Sheena Songtext
von Trader Horne

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 on playing through the day
And through the wall and through the back door


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 on playing through the day
And through the wall and through the 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 on playing through the day
And through the wall and just to earn my dough

Sheena, oh Sheena
Sheena, oh Sheena