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 fifteen ways

 I dunno which way to go

 The mob goes fifteen ways

 And my head  my poor head

 Feels like a smashed window



 George is twenty-four  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



 And he mob goes fifteen ways

 I dunno which way to go

 The mob goes fifteen ways

 And my head  my poor head

 Feels like a smashed window