All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
Behold the famous groupies
They are alike as two peas
And where the other goes, the other goes
But though the famous groupies
Are only paid in rupees
Nobody knows what the famous groupies know
And nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a bongo player
Who kept an extra layer
Of Dunlopillo mattress in his van
(in his van?)
But when the famous groupies
Arrived with their twin snoopies
Nobody saw which way the poor boy ran
As nobody does it like a famous groupie can
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
There was a lead guitarist
Who lived in Epping Forest
And all he ever wanted was to blow
(Who knows why, babe!)
And when the girls were with him
He never lost his rhythm
And nobody knows what the famous groupies know
(Right, girls?)
And nobody does
what the famous groupies sure do
(Oh, oh. Ah, do the twist now!)
There was a classic story
Of a roadie nicknamed Rory
Who used to practice voodoo on the side
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
When the famous twosome
Suggested something gruesome
All that they found was a crater two miles wide
Which left the music business
absolutely horrified
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies
famous groupies
famous groupies
famous groupies…
Ladies and gentlemen,
those magnificent examples of
female pulchritude and luminosity,
direct from their global perambulations
to the very boards of this
supremely magnificent proscenium arch –
Ladies and Gentlemen; I give you
famous groupies!