Lady in the limousine
Is a hotel lobby whore
Wearin' seven strings of silver pearls
Ah, she knows what they're for
What they're for
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin' smile
But the lady in the limousine
Feels like a lady for a while
Came in Sammy in a suit
He wears a diamond studded tie
I see the glassy, gleamin' corner
Of his emerald-colored eyes
Golden rings around his fingers
A cigar between his lips
He likes a lady with a boney body
And the childish-lookin' hips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?
Harry the porter opens the door
Of the big, black Cadillac
The two rows of the brass buttons
Are reflected on the glass
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin' smile (but, you know somethin')
This Harry the porter feels
Like somethin' for a while
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Glamour is clad as sin galore
Glides in skin-tight, silver silk
Champagne bottles an' burstin' bubbles
Just a-waitin' to be spilled
I can hear the way the people laugh
As the conversation will
Small talk and polite remarks on
How does your momma feel?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?

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