Tobacco they grow in Peking
Your silver shoes, a gift for the runaround
I have seen your iron and your brass
I don't need that kind of action
Got a feeling I've been here before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Your fortune is your roving eye
Won't suck me in this time
In the year of the locust you'll see a sad thing
You know you'll have to pay it all
Tobacco they grow in Peking
You fasten up your beaded gown
Then you try to tie me down
There's one roulade she can't sing
Even Cathy Berberian knows
You throw out your gold teeth
There ain't nothing in Chicago
For a monkey woman to do
Can't you see it shine behind the glass
Torture is the main attraction
Your mouth and legs, your gift for the runaround
Do you work it out one by one
Dumb luck my friend
Even Cathy Berberian knows
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Dumb luck my friend
You don't have to dance for me
In the year of the locust you'll see a sad thing
Won't suck me in this time
I've seen your dance before
Or played in combination
Won't you let me help you find the door
You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
All you got to do is use
Use your knack darlin'
There's one roulade she can't sing
Do you see how they roll
Take one step back darlin'
Do you see how they roll
