Miss Emma Peel      I come home late at night   On the floor to turn you on   I check for tint and Technicolor   After you there is no other   Your brown hair is my connection   Connects my resurrection   And everyone else is just a harlot   A Star Search spokes model starlet      Miss Emma Peal   Black boots kick high at his face   One last look at the grace of   Miss Emma Peel   Catch the curve of your leather heel   Before he blacks out   That's another one down for   Miss Emma Peel      I sit beside her in the evening   And watch her rerun secrets by my ears   Cat eyes watch with British humor   Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior   Your brown hair is my connection   Connects my resurrection   And everyone else is just a harlot   A Star Search spokes model starlet      Miss Emma Peel   Black boots kick high at his face   One last look at the grace of   Miss Emma Peel   Catch the curve of your leather heel   Before he blacks out   That's another one down for      For Miss Emma Peel   For Miss Emma Peel   For Miss Emma Peel   For Miss Emma Peel