Helen Of Troy - John Cale

Oh, d’you see him standing in the street?

Mmm, he looks so neat

I’ve seen him before

Running round with all the boys

All that’s right

Mmm, big thighs

Greet me, greet me in the dark

Shiny, shiny Joan of Arc

When the moonlight starts its flow

Cold heart Helen, Queen of gold?

She’s got charisma, got thunderstorms

Like a baby, never, never been balled

She’s got mad men, murmuring in the skies

She’s the cause of her rise

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, look at him, isn’t he gorgeous

Such Big thighs all oiled and mine

Oh listen, he’s got to go, I want him in my arms to stay

Big fat mama done me wrong

Left me hanging all alone

But that bitch is as old, is as old, is as old

I said that dirty old pro right out there is the foe

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Mercy, mercy, mercy me

I’m so scared, please comfort me

I don’t wanna be, don’t wanna be your back street boy

Take back the House of joy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Oh, Helen of Troy

Standing there under the lights

Your eyes shining bright

I want you all of the time

Soon your body and all of you, mine

Oh fill with awe, I get so jealous

Lubricate me, don’t hate me

But you are swimming