Recorded at Folk In The Cellar, Map Café, London 2022
lyrics
Wanda, Wanda, picking up the pieces.
Wanda, Wanda, singing for Jesus.
Wanda please, give us one night of rock’n’roll.
Old time gospel in a jamboree tent.
Back home on the bus with the money all spent.
Songs to the Lord won’t get her out of this hole.
Oklahoma’s home but it’s so damned cold.
Wanda, Wanda…
The boys in the band all think that it’s funny,
But all they ever think about is sex and money.
The path into heaven can’t be bought or sold,
but we’ve all got a price on our soul.
Wanda, Wanda…
All they ever want to ask is “What about Elvis?”
Listen here, don’t you know I’m somebody too.
If you think that I’ve got something to confess,
I’ll do it any time, anywhere, to anyone but you.
London, Berlin, Rome and Yokohama.
Hard Headed Woman singing Fujiyama Mama.
Angel to the left, Devil to the right.
Get yourselves together and dance all night.