Greta's plucky, some boot lickin' lackeySome wild-eyed Romeo, winds up the mountain with Rio down belowDrives too slowly, has to burn an impromptu altarThat's ended by no one of visible meansCould be a warning, just shining a soulWe're far too gone, we're on our way to see some JohnnyRepresenting the MamboRepresenting the MamboMambo, Mambo, MamboRound in the corner, we come to a haltDoors line up and as we prepare for assaultOut from the shadows, step the dangerous boysPets hiding weapons, they treat them like toysOur debutante Greta, the taxidermist's daughterShe knows what to say, she knows how to mingleShe knows the lingoPuchachos working us in JohnnyRepresenting the MamboRepresenting the MamboMambo, Mambo, MamboInstrumentalGreta leads us through the stone-carved archwayInto the School of Samba, a place of secret ritesWe push through a gauntlet of limp-wristed handshakesAn empty cotillion of kissesGreta smiles as we make our way to the barThe new crowd sings, I remind them of FrankWho died on these S&M beds in BarcelonaIn BarcelonaWho's that with Greta?Oh, you know how she isYeah, I've never seen her beforeI wonder if by any chance you would like a piece of cake?No thank you, my ears are too sweet nowA strange choice of words, but forensically it's trueA sudden thunder clap drum rollGreta's on the stageShe's a honey of a huntThis blue-eyed angel girlAnnounces proudly to everyone in the roomSenors and senores, here's JohnnyRepresenting the MamboRepresenting the MamboMambo, Mambo, MamboMambo, Mambo, MamboGreta, GretaI've got to slip awayIt just won't work between usYour daddy runs the house of painHey, you are the taxidermist's daughter*