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She Wears Red Feathers
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Guy Mitchell
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Written by Bob Merrill
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- Peaked at # 19 in 1953
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(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
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(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
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She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea
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A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
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And love in her heart for me
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I work in a London bank, respectable position
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From nine to three they serve you tea
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But ruin your disposition
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Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem
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And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea
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A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
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And love in her heart for me
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Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin'
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The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin'
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She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true
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She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you"
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea
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A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
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And love in her heart for me
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I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only
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And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony
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An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side
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While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride"
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I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly
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She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly
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The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath
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She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt
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She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea
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A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
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And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me
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She Wears Red Feathers
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| Guy Mitchell |
