The Heights of Lola

She throws parties much better than me And they're taller than the fellas that stand on her shoulder And she's older, older than me oh, Oh Lola what can you see oh, See up in your tree? And her hair do is a do of a girl that is wiser, But the other girls call her a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar oh what can you see oh, Oh Lola up in your tree. And her mother was born at the top of a mountain And they say that's what was accounting for the heights, The heights, the heights, the heights, the heights, the heights of Lola, original rocker and roller who polkered until it was over, To a coda, Casanova, Oh Lola what can you see oh, See up in your tree? She's a lover rolls over from one to another, A modern immaculate playgirl, She's a rave girl, in a hay bail, She may very well pull you right under And again she will rain on your thunder And eat from the hand that will feed her, Oh you need her oh you need her, She's your leader... Ohhhh So the moral, the moral of every story Is invite her to every party Bring in a tree and a ladder and voila You kiss all the girls and you get all the glory And then you can spin your own story And all of the world will adore you, and adore you, and adore you oh Lola what can you see oh, See up in my tree.