I saw a black girl last night called
Charmaine Champaign
She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so, no
not from Times Square
But she went to Johnny Romero's till it
was too hot to handle
And she's got nothing to show for it: no
money, no love,
but she could tell me the squarest thing
on the jukebox
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
Teach me not to get baited with stage
whispers
Like, "Can anybody turn me on?"
Show me how to make cups and punches
It's so simple without a simple syrup
You have to gather a quarter pound of
young peach leaves
on a dry and sunny day
And the cost is so uncertain since peach
leaves are seldom sold
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
She likes a Strong Sangaree
that shakes for 12 hours,
Keeps warm for 12 months,
then sits for 6 months more
Then she's gonna sing me the squarest
thing on the jukebox
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
Charmaine Champaign
She wasn't a worn out ex-so-and-so, no
not from Times Square
But she went to Johnny Romero's till it
was too hot to handle
And she's got nothing to show for it: no
money, no love,
but she could tell me the squarest thing
on the jukebox
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
Teach me not to get baited with stage
whispers
Like, "Can anybody turn me on?"
Show me how to make cups and punches
It's so simple without a simple syrup
You have to gather a quarter pound of
young peach leaves
on a dry and sunny day
And the cost is so uncertain since peach
leaves are seldom sold
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat
She likes a Strong Sangaree
that shakes for 12 hours,
Keeps warm for 12 months,
then sits for 6 months more
Then she's gonna sing me the squarest
thing on the jukebox
She's gonna get me folked up, fairly beat