Everybody's on the beach  Lovely bodies well in reach  I could've had a holiday  If that one hadn't gone away  Light another cigarette  For the buzz you'll never get  She lets me drive her brand new car  But not when I frequent the bar  I'm coming to get you  She plays the bongos night and day  My headache just won't go away  Tomorrow morn they'll find me dead  She wears her Russian boots to bed  Every day she goes to work  Woolen suits and fancy shirts  Nylons make the fellows crazy  They'd be so surprised to find me  I'm coming to get you  Ba da da da da...