Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
From the album Chef Aid
Got this bug-eyed girl
Cold hand on my knee
Frozen teeth, chitter chatter
She’s dresed up like a cemetary, like a cemetary
Snow-bound all winter
Blue lips on my cheek
Little tongue’s prattlin’, rattlin’
Talking ’bout them hometown geeks, them home-town geeks
Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin’
Can you feel it
It’s chilly and a-freezin’
Wake up Wendy, moods are changing
I got a reason, you got a feeling
Wake up Wendy, love’s in season
Feels like a steam clean
When she washes me
Valves a-bustin’, pumps a-hissin’
Just peel me off the ceiling, off the ceiling
Chill-eyed, bug-eyed girl
Zap me into cinders
Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
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