The Gloria Bosom Show Lyrics - Clifford T Ward

I was sitting in an old armchair 

Trying to work my radio 

When from absolutely nowhere 

I heard the Gloria Bosom Show. 

She just knocks me right through the floor 

Every time I hear her speak 

I get buried when she says "that's all 

'Bye my hunny bunches till next week." 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight 

If you should turn your radio on, you might 

Feel excitement growing there 

If you don't you might regret it. 

Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Gloria Bosom knocks me out, me out 

Makes you just want to jump and shout about 

Everythin' she says is lovely 

And I'm sure she speaks just to me 

Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. 

Oh Gloria, don't you go 

Don't pass me by 

I'm living just for your show 

Without it I would die. 

They've just come and taken my armchair 

But I'm clinging to my radio 

The bailiff's cursin' and the room is bare 

But I've still got my G. B. Show. 

Out on the street again but that's alright 

I've still got my radio 

I feel good 'cause it's Friday night 

And here comes the Gloria Bosom Show. 

Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight 

If you should turn your radio on, you might 

Feel excitement growing there 

If you don't you might regret it. 

Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo 

(Repeat and fade).