I left the house left the room with the foxy on my back   And my supplies in a magic pack   And I followed the sound of music   Not up a hill ... but down to an old wharf shack      Inside I heard the trumpets call   I salute to the champions on the wall   And in the Jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced      And the night she looked so fine to me   Oh I am a man on an Odyssey   And so tie me to the mast I must believe!      Wow didi-didi I just had to look   I said wow didi-didi how those hips they shook   Eye patch tongue ring little black book   Welcome fishies to my hook      And the tiny chefs they waved their giant knives   And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite   Still I kept the sight of my desire      And this one thing's sure I made no apologies   Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology   And I must admit she felt so alive      Wow didi-didi I just had to look   I said wow didi-didi how those hips they shook   Eye patch tongue ring little black book   Welcome fishies to my hook      She waves for everybody down on the floor   As if to pray to the gods of the festival   And there we were in the depths of the wild below      Her face so close I could taste the distant shores   She whispered 'wait for the trumpets call'   It's not exactly love it's to adore      Wow didi-didi I just had to look   I said wow didi-didi how those hips they shook   Eye patch tongue ring little black book   Welcome fishies to my hook