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