Fire in her eyes ... burn ...
 Perfume of the skies ...
 Fingers cold as ice ... freeze ...
 Devil in disguise!
 Well, she's a, she's a, she's a
 You know that she's a hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat
 (She's gonna scratch up your mind ...)
 You know that guy with piccadilly-eyes
 Was talking to the French boy
 But didn't realize.
 Banana-long-boat-eating
 An' he tried to get a wife
 But he couldn't stay alive
 Well, you know that lad with the rubber-dad
 Paints his fingers yellow, blue, and red.
 An' you also know that she's a liar
 Knowing only her desire ...