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