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!