Clifford T. Ward - The Gloria Bosom Show lyrics

I was sitting in an old armchair Trying to work my radio When from absolutely nowhere I heard the Gloria Bosom Show. She just knocks me right through the floor Every time I hear her speak I get buried when she says "that's all 'Bye my hunny bunches till next week." Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight If you should turn your radio on, you might Feel excitement growing there If you don't you might regret it. Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Gloria Bosom knocks me out, me out Makes you just want to jump and shout about Everythin' she says is lovely And I'm sure she speaks just to me Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. Oh Gloria, don't you go Don't pa** me by I'm living just for your show Without it I would die. They've just come and taken my armchair But I'm clinging to my radio The bailiff's cursin' and the room is bare But I've still got my G. B. Show. Out on the street again but that's alright I've still got my radio I feel good 'cause it's Friday night And here comes the Gloria Bosom Show. Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight If you should turn your radio on, you might Feel excitement growing there If you don't you might regret it. Gloria Bosom's on tonight, tonight. Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo Ooo-oo ooo-oo ooo-oo-oo ooo (Repeat and fade).