Mayday

A slave's a girl who slaves her days away

In arabesques and minarettes

And tablecloths and serviettes

She's screamin' "This is what you get"

First you put the tongue in

Then you put the boot in

Yeah yeah, oh yeah

First you put the tongue in

Then you put the boot in

Yeah yeah, oh yeah

The mob goes fifteen ways

I dunno which way to go

It all goes fifteen ways in my head

Feels like it's smashing down

George is 24, easily bored

All his life he's seen nothing but closed doors

Not any more...

First you put the tongue in

Then you put the boot in

Yeah yeah, oh yeah

First you put the tongue in

Then you put the boot in

Yeah yeah, oh yeah

The mob goes fifteen ways

I dunno which way to go

It all goes fifteen ways in my head

Feels like it's smashing down