Trader Horne - 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