Gypsy Girl Songtext
I will endeavour to be clever for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool

As I eat my breakfast by the open window air
The afternoon blows into my room

How I'd croon for you, if you were mine
How I swoon every time you pass me by

I will endeavour to be clever for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool

I've been looking for a second pea for my pod
Gypsy girl, I want you

To have and hold in sickness and in hell when I die
Come sit on my roof

I'd show you my copy of 'Hail to the Thief'
You'd sing me odes about finding friends and losing teeth

So I'm looking for a mixer for my spirit drink
Gypsy girl, I want you

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh x2

So I'll strive and seek and find and never yield
Till I talk to you
About things you do to pass the time
Like swotting up on old screen plays,
Or shaking your thing to disco
As if it was '95

You'd like to think that you're the hippest kid in town
And though it's raining, weather never gets you down

So I'll strive and seek and find a field
Of conversation for you
Gypsy girl, your style is cool