Sheena Lyrics - Singles - Trader Horne

Sheena, oh Sheena 

Just came in from Monterey 

Every night and day 

I've been going crazy 

Sheena, oh Sheena 

Steel guitar and saxophone 

Who would like to know 

Who she's taking home? 

I'm playing the piano 

'Til my fingers' like bananas 

But I want to go 

But I have to keep up playing 

Through the day and through the wall 

And the through back door home 

Sheena, Sheena, oh Sheena 

Burgundy and Beaujolais 

And when Sheena stay 

She throws her pants away 

I'm playing the piano 

'Til my fingers' like bananas 

And it hurts me so 

But I have to keep up playing 

Through the day and through the wall 

And the through back way home 

Sheena, oh Sheena 

Going back to Monterey 

By this time today 

I should be far away 

No more playing the piano 

And my fingers' like bananas 

I got up to go 

But I have to keep up playing 

Through the day and through the wall 

And just to end my door 

Sheena, oh Sheena 

Sheena, oh Sheena