My girl Friday, she no square

She like lotus blossom in her hair

Bebop records and something new

Sometimes borrowed, but she's never blue

Oh no, not Tokyo Joe

Way past midnight, she not home

She cut the ice down the Danger Zone

Water-tight dresses, she don't care

A trifle risqué, a tart, no sir

Oh no, sounds like Tokyo Joe

Geisha girl show you she adore you

Two oriental eyes implore you

Femme fatale or ingenue?

She very cunning, fiendish clever

Geisha girl suffer many times a fool

Sayonara moon

When all the world's a stage

Where are you?

Tokyo Rose on the radio

Or Diz and Bird puttin' on the moan

Tappin' out telexes to Tupelo

Dear John, do re me fa sol?

Let's go, call for Tokyo Joe

Walkin' tall down the Danger Zone

She hokey-cokey till the cows come home

Big shot from the hip, neon cool

Say, when you've been around, what's left to do?

Don't know? Ask Tokyo Joe

So inscrutable her reply

"Asking no question and me telling no lie"

GI boys howlin' out for more

VIPs purrin' "Je t'adore"

Ah so that's Tokyo Joe