Mayday

A slave's a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarettes
And tablecloths and serviettes
She's screaming,? This is what you get?

First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in
Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah
First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in
Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah

The mob goes 15 ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes 15 ways, and my head
My poor head feels like a smashed window

George is 24, easily bored
All his life seen nothing but closed doors
Not any more

First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in
Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah
First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in
Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah

The mob goes 15 ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes 15 ways, and my head
My poor head feels like a smashed window