One, two, three.
Here comes my girl and I'm starting to itch.
She's a high-breasted baby with high-heeled lips.
I like looking at girls.
I've never seen such a mess.
But that two-tonic frolic drives me to distress.
I don't care if she goose steps on me.
Just one look and it's World War III.
She's got eyes like a cat,
like she knows where it's at.
She's got a serious history.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
Like the frozen north, she's cold, cold, cold.
Yeah, 30 degrees below.
She comes on heavy like a 58 Chevy with metal flake,
dear Lord.
I'm gonna melt that patch of ice with a flick of my burning lips,
Lord,
Lord.
She's gonna make our steaming world explode
when she moves those Dutch-haired hips.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
The word I say,
long-haired lady from Germany.
Woo!
Long-haired lady from Germany.
I like to see her when she's grooving.
I like to see her body moving.
Cause she move like sin.
And she'll be...
She comes on easy with her sassy kind of sleazy.
Her face all stuck in the air now, now.
She thinks she's the boss and she's right,
of course.
There ain't no arguing there.
All the boys wanna date her.
The ladies all hate her.
She creates one hell of a scene.
Any stuff you be trying with a double-league of flying,
she can fight like a Wolverine.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
She's my long-haired lady from Germany.
Long-haired lady from Germany.
She's cold, cold, cold.
Honey, it's all right.