I met her in a club down in old SohoWhere you drink champagneIt tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to danceI asked her her name and in a dark brown voiceShe said Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guyBut when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spineOh my Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understandWhy she walked like a woman but talked like a manOh my Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all nightUnder electric candlelightShe picked me up and sat me on her kneeAnd said, “Dear boy, won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guyBut when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my LolaL-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
I pushed her away, I walked to the doorI fell to the floor, I got down on my kneesThen I looked at her and she at me
That’s the way that I want it to stayI always want it to be that way for my Lola, L-L-Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girlsIt’s a mixed up muddled up, shook up worldExcept for Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, I left home just a week beforeAnd I’d never ever kissed a woman beforeBut Lola smiled and took me by the handAnd said, “Dear boy, I’m gonna make you a man”
Well, I’m not the world’s most masculine manBut I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a manAnd so is Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-LolaLola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
Well, they called him Super SkierAs he sat around the sundeck,For he swore that he would never take a spill.When they finally brought him downThey had to use three toboggansTo carry all the pieces down the hill.CHORUS:He was comin’ down that slopeDoin’ ninety miles an hourWhen he caught an edge of his ski.Well, his clothes, they were fast,But the slopes, they were faster.That’s the last of Super Skier we shall see.Well, he hollered, “What the hell!”As he lined them parallel:He figured there was nothing more to learn.(Oh, no…)And as he started on his way,He shouted, “Ondelay!”,Assuming that he’d never have to turn.Well, he was slippin’ down that slopeDoin’ ninety miles an hourWhen a mogul flipped him in the air.His jumping form was fineUntil he ran into that pine,[- From: http://www.elyrics.net -]And two one-legged skiers left from there.(repeat CHORUS)When he left that tree at last,He was moving twice as fast.Both halves were skimming moguls like a feather.He said, “If I must beA split personality,How can I ever keep my knees together?”One ski was headed north,And the other headed west,‘Cause both of them, you see, were running freer.And folks up on Little NellLooked up, scared as hell,Said, "It’s a bird." “No, it’s a plane.” “It’s Super Skier!”(No, uh, it’s a bird.)(repeat CHORUS)Now the moral of my story(Though my story’s kinda gory):For all you sundeck Charlies, there’s still hope.You buy the fastest clothes you can,Then talk skiing like a man,But don’t let people catch you on the slope!(repeat CHORUS)And let’s get Charlie off the M. T. A.
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