John Cale - Ooh La La lyrics

When I heard about the girls in Saint Tropez Going topless in the sun I practised staring every day So I could hypnotise each one Dominique, she owns a factory And Brigid, she stays at the Troc And there's a lot to be said For those hardworking girls That would like to walk on my Peking duck Ooh la la Zowie had a crush on Castro And Camilla, she'd loved Bob Hope However, after staring into my clear blue eyes They both went looking for the po-po-pope Ooh la la Charlene adored Dom Pérignon 'Bout as much she hated cavier She sold a brooch from Cartier And bought a racing car Bla bla bla Ooh la la Come on, call me up They say it's lonely at the top But those girls are everywhere I try to hide behind my smile But they seem to know me by my stare Ladida, ladida Ooh la la