“Let’s do it, let’s do it, have a crazy night of love!
I’ll strip bare,
I’ll just wear
Stilettos and an oven glove!
Don’t starve a
Girl of a palaver,
Dangle from the wardrobe in your balaclava.
Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight!”
“I can’t do it, I can’t do it,
It’s really not my cup of tea;
I’m harassed,
Embarrassed;
I wish you hadn’t picked on me.
No dramas,
Give me my pyjamas;
The only girl I’m mad about is Judith Chalmers,
I can’t do it, can’t do it tonight.”
Let’s do it, let’s do it, I really want to rant and rave!
Let’s go,
Cos I know
Just how I want you to behave:
Not bleakly,
Not meekly —
Beat me on the bottom with the Woman’s Weekly—
Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight!”
You'll be missed Girl.
