Sheena - Trader Horne

Sheena Lyrics

Sheena, oh Sheena
Just came in from Monterey
Every night and day
I've been going crazySheena, 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 goBut I have to keep up playing
Through the day and through the wall
And the through back door homeSheena, Sheena, oh Sheena
Burgundy and Beaujolais
And when Sheena stay
She throws her pants awayI'm playing the piano
'Til my fingers' like bananas
And it hurts me soBut I have to keep up playing
Through the day and through the wall
And the through back way homeSheena, oh Sheena

Going back to Monterey
By this time today
I should be far awayNo more playing the piano
And my fingers' like bananas
I got up to goBut I have to keep up playing
Through the day and through the wall
And just to end my doorSheena, oh Sheena
Sheena, oh Sheena