A slave's a girl who slaves her days away   In arabesques and minarettes   And tablecloths and serviettes   She's screaming, ?This is what you get?      First you put the tongue in   Then you put the boots in   Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah   First you put the tongue in   Then you put the boots in   Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah      The mob goes fifteen ways   I dunno which way to go   The mob goes fifteen ways   And my head, my poor head   Feels like a smashed window      George is twenty-four, easily bored   All his life, seen nothing but closed doors   Not any more      First you put the tongue in   Then you put the boots in   Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah   First you put the tongue in   Then you put the boots in   Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah      And he mob goes fifteen ways   I dunno which way to go   The mob goes fifteen ways   And my head, my poor head   Feels like a smashed window