Trader Horne Sheena Lyrics

Sheena Lyrics

Sheena, oh Sheena

Just came in from Monterey

Every night and day

I've been going crazy



Sheena, oh Sheena

Steel guitar and saxophone

Who would like to know

Who she's taking home?



I'm playing the piano

'Til my fingers' like bananas

But I want to go



But I have to keep up playing

Through the day and through the wall

And the through back door home



Sheena, Sheena, oh Sheena

Burgundy and Beaujolais

And when Sheena stay

She throws her pants away



I'm playing the piano

'Til my fingers' like bananas

And it hurts me so



But I have to keep up playing

Through the day and through the wall

And the through back way home



Sheena, oh Sheena

Going back to Monterey

By this time today

I should be far away



No more playing the piano

And my fingers' like bananas

I got up to go



But I have to keep up playing

Through the day and through the wall

And just to end my door



Sheena, oh Sheena

Sheena, oh Sheena