You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin I'd say 
You're a model 
Can I be blue for you, like I'm in fashion too? 
See me wobble 
We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels 
Hit the throttle 
We'll do the rhumba too and say the life we knew 
Was so gay 

Ah, teach me to rock, I'm getting caught in a pocket 
Of Saki 
We can go to a hop and do Suburban Bop 
Cool and sharply 
Queue for the cops, you got no reason to not 
Be Malaki 
Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough 
For today 

We'll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante 
On the borders 
We'll dig the hustle-around and hear the Virgin sound 
Of your daughters 
American Bordeaux, we'll hit a rhythm slow, 
Oh! The tortures!! 
But what Ruthy said must have gone to your head like 
They say