I wanna swing. (With that pussycat). I wanna dance. (With that pussycat). . I wanna slide. (With that pussycat). I wanna jump. (With that pussycat). .
Mata Hari's the queen of night. She'll make you move in an awful fright. Something about her evil ways. Will make you curse, make you crave. . Mata Hari's got slinky moves.
I was combin' the corner. I was shinin' my style. I was blowin' my horner. I was runnin' my miles. . I was stumblin' the sidewalks. I was strickin' a match.
Well, staggered into yesterday. Bourbon in my hand. Feelin' fancy clancy, feelin' like a man. I ain't afraid to cry 'cos you know I ain't no punk. . Drink, drank, drunk, drink, drank, drunk.
I want caviar and chitins for breakfast. I want caviar and chitins for lunch. I want caviar and chitins for supper. Then I'll wash it all down with scotch.