There was loads of chrome And he thought he was the beau of the Moloko
He couldn’t drive on the right so he walked all night
In search of the Moloko
The situations clear as his mind was on her ear At the Moloko The waitresse bought them drinks as they listened to old Kinks Blaring out the Moloko
He wanted to hold her hand and she said no OK I’ve got to go to the Moloko I wanted to hold her hand and she said no OK I’ve got to go to the Moloko
There was someone with laced legs Twinkly eyes sold rusty pegs At the Moloko
There was a bulldog and his bride with flairs 8 inches wide Sipping at the Moloko
- He wanted to hold her hand and she said no OK I’ve got to go to the Moloko
I wanted to hold her hand and she said no OK I’ve got to go to the Moloko