John Cale
Ooh La La
When I heard about the girls in Saint Tropez
Going topless in the sun
I practised staring every day
So I could hypnotise each one
Dominique, she owns a factory
And Brigid, she lives in a truck
And there's a lot that can be said
For those hardworking girls
That would like to walk on my Peking duck

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Ooh Là Là!

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Ooh Là Là!

Zoe had a crush on Castro
And Camilla, she'd loved Bob Hope
However, after staring into my clear blue eyes
They both went looking for the po-po-po-po-po-po-Pope
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh là là
Ooh ooh
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Charlene adored Dom Pérignon
'Bout as much she hated caviar
She sold a brooch from Cartier
And bought a racing car
Blah blah blah blah blah blah

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Ooh ooh
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Come on, call me up

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Haha, they say it's lonely at the top
But those girls are everywhere
I try to hide behind my smile
But they seem to know me by my st-t-t-t-t-aaaaaare

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Ladida, ladida

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Dee dee dee dee
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