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 risque, 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 ingenue?
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 puttin' on the moan
Tappin' out telexes to Tupelo
Dear John, doh ray me fah so?
Let's go
Call for Tokyo Joe

Walkin' 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 tell me no lie"
GI boys howlin' out for more
VIP'S purrin' "je t'adore"
Ah so, that's Tokyo Joe

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRYAN FERRY