Il testo della Moloko

There was loads of chrome
And he thought he was the beau of the moloko

He couldn’t drive on the right so he walked all night
In search of the moloko

The situations clear as his mind was on her ear
At the moloko
the waitresse bought them drinks as they listened to old kinks
Blaring out the moloko

He wanted to hold her hand and she said no
Ok i’ve got to go to the moloko
I wanted to hold her hand and she said no
Ok i’ve got to go to the moloko

There was someone with laced legs
Twinkly eyes sold rusty pegs
At the moloko

There was a bulldog and his bride with flairs 8 inches wide
Sipping at the moloko

- he wanted to hold her hand and she said no
Ok i’ve got to go to the moloko

I wanted to hold her hand and she said no
Ok i’ve got to go to the moloko

La la la etc

I wanted to hold her hand but she said no