When Salome plays the drum
The crowd goes deaf and dumb
Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat
More so it's the beat
She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run
Skirts slit past her thigh
The boys let out a sigh
The beat begins to quicken
Crowd ascends the stairs
Climbin' on the chairs
The plot begins to thicken
Phasers on stun
[Chorus:]
Take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels so right
Tomorrow may be wrong
[Instrumental]
Gendarme close her down
Make her leave the town
She caught the flight to Rio
With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane
Pours pink champagne
She toasts her loyal trio
It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival
Let them hear the conga
Tonight the tempo feels right
Tomorrow may be wrong
Oh won't your take them to the carnival
Let them play for hours
Tonight the weather feels so right
Tomorrow may be showers
[Chorus:] When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in syncopation Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh The boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin' on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun [Chorus:] Take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wrong [Instrumental] Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to Rio With nothin' to say Wavin' from the plane Pours pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay Oh won't you take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels right Tomorrow may be wrong Oh won't your take them to the carnival Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow may be showers Explain Request ×
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