Sex Mad Roar

Kin-ky!

Equal rights and French lace tights, oh baby

Virginia Wolf whistles in the night, oh baby

I'm trying to hear you talk

And I'm dying to see you walking around me

An' the soundtrack to the city, it explodes

And I'm drowning in this sound

That's the sex mad roar

What!

Hey, I'm drowning in this sound

That's the sex mad roar

Now I hate you going on 'coz the jungle drum is pounding

An' I don't want you to go, but I want you to come around me

Yeah, you're fighting her again

He's an easy one to frame, astounding

And I believe her fear is growing

And I'm drowning in that sound

That's the sex mad roar

What!

I'm drowning in this sound

That's the sex mad roar

Hey! hey! hey! hey!

I'm drowning in that sound

That's the sex mad roar

Sound!

That's the sex mad roar

Well, didn't Che Guevara give his million star a senorita

They say Karl Marx is a devil in the dark, but anywhere

Fidel's on the stuff, he's so down on the rocks

Well, the new revolution will have to wait

Yes, I'm drowned out by the sound

That's the sex mad roar

Yeah, I'm drowning in that sound

That's the sex mad roar

Oh! oh! oh! oh!

I'm drowning to the sound

That's the sex mad roar

Hey, I'm drowning in this sound

That's the sex mad roar

Shhh!

Hup! hup! hup! hup!

Yaaah!

Yaaah!

Yaaaah!

Yaaaaaah!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Ooh!