Cilla

05:04
Bobby Kapp

Lyrics

Cilla

 

She's the girl with the polka dot smile

Running round the world collecting kool

Things in style

She'll always tell you just what's on her mind

Not an evil bone in her body she's just

one of A kind

Cilla,Cilla,Cilla,Cilla

Girl who's always on the go

Hatti, India, Mexi-cooooo

The way she snaps her fingers

The sway she loves to dance

How something's could be shocking

Or completely fabulous

She jumps up and down so glad to see you

When you're hopping off a plane

Then jump into the fire, prespire

With the Texas rain

Cilla, Cilla, Cilla, Cilla