My girl Friday she no square
She like lotus blossom in her hair
Be-bop records and something new
Sometimes borrowed but she's never blue
Oh no, not Tokyo Joe
Way past midnight, she not home
She cut the ice down the
Danger Zone
Water-tight dresses, she don't care
A trifle risqué, a tart, no sir
Oh no, sounds like Tokyo Joe
Geisha girl show you she adore you
Two oriental eyes implore you
Femme fatale or ingénue?
She very cunning, fiendish clever
Geisha girl suffer many times a fool
Sayonara moon
When all the world's a stage, oh where are you?
Tokyo Rose on the radio
Or Diz and Bird putting on the moan
Tapping out telexes to Tupelo
Dear John, do re mi fah so?
Let's go, call for Tokyo Joe
Walking tall down the Danger Zone
She hokey-cokey till the cows come home
Big shot, from the hip, neon cool
Say, when you've been around, what's left to do?
Don't know? Ask Tokyo Joe
So inscrutable her reply
Ask no question and me tell no lie
GI boys howling out for more
VIPs purring je t'adore
Ah so, that's Tokyo Joe