Clifford T. Ward - The Gloria Bosom Show Lyrics
I was sitting in an old armchairTrying to work my radioWhen from absolutely nowhereI heard the Gloria Bosom Show.She just knocks me right through the floorEvery time I hear her speakI get buried when she says "that's all'Bye my hunny bunches till next week."Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooOoo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooGloria Bosom's on tonight, tonightIf you should turn your radio on, you mightFeel excitement growing thereIf you don't you might regret it.Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooOoo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooGloria Bosom knocks me out, me outMakes you just want to jump and shout aboutEverythin' she says is lovelyAnd I'm sure she speaks just to meGloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.Oh Gloria, don't you goDon't pass me byI'm living just for your showWithout it I would die.They've just come and taken my armchairBut I'm clinging to my radioThe bailiff's cursin' and the room is bareBut I've still got my G. B. Show.Out on the street again but that's alrightI've still got my radioI feel good 'cause it's Friday nightAnd here comes the Gloria Bosom Show.Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonightIf you should turn your radio on, you mightFeel excitement growing thereIf you don't you might regret it.Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight.Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooOoo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo oooOoo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo(Repeat and fade).
