There are playboys by profession
Dressed by Cardin, shod by Carvil
Who drive around the beach and town in a Ferrari
Who shop at Cartier as well at Fauchon
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one taboo trap
A first class toy that goes crack, boom and giddy up!
Girls fall to my knees
I’m not afraid of the pretty boys
who purr at the Drugstore
They work just like beavers
Not with their hands, nor with their feet
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one taboo trap
A first class toy that goes crack, boom giddy up!
Girls fall to my knees
I don’t fear musclemen, the Supermen
The babies built like athletes
Steel blue eyes, their flirty smiles
Who ride a Harley-Davidson
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one taboo trap
A first class toy that goes crack, boom giddy up!
Girls fall to my knees
There are druggies, the others hooked on Zen
those well-read, and those who can speak
to models of Catherine Harlé
Those will be married at La Madeleine
Do you think I am jealous? Not at all, not at all!
I got one allure for girls, one taboo trap
A first class toy that goes crack, boom giddy up!
Girls fall to my knees, I start again!
That goes crack, boom giddy up, crack, boom giddy up!
Encore!