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 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 ´n 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