Hell Cat

Fire in her eyes ... burn ...

Perfume of the skies ...

Fingers cold as ice ... freeze ...

Devil in disguise!



Well, she´s a, she´s a, she´s a

You know that she´s a hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat

(She´s gonna scratch up your mind ...)

You know that guy with piccadilly-eyes

Was talking to the French boy

But didn´t realize.

Banana-long-boat-eating

An´ he tried to get a wife

But he couldn´t stay alive

Well, you know that lad with the rubber-dad

Paints his fingers yellow, blue, and red.

An´ you also know that she´s a liar

Knowing only her desire ...