Karen

I just want some affection

I just want some affection

I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama

No back door woman

No Queen Street *** thing

I want a tiger on bended knees

With all the kindness of the Japanese

I just want some affection

I wish I heard voices

Wish I was a telephone

Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah

Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah

I said yeah, oh Karen!

I know this girl

This very special girl

And she works in a library, yeah

Standing there behind the counter

Willing to help

With all the problems that I encounter

Helps me find Hemingway

Helps me find Genet

Helps me find Brecht

Helps me find Chandler

Helps me find James Joyce

She always makes the right choice

She's no queen

She's no angel

Just a peasant from the village

She's my god, she's my god

She's my g-o-d, she's my god, yeah, yeah

She's my g-o-o-d, yeah

Oh, she's my god now Yeah!

Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah

Karen yeah-yeah, Karen yeah-yeah yeah

I said yeah, oh Karen!

And she stands there in the library

Like a nun in a church does

Like a nun in a church does

She stands there all alone

'Cos she gets me something that I

Just can't get now anywhere else

Cause the girls that I see

Walking around, yeah the ones I see

Walking on the street

Are so damn-da-da-da-damned cold

'Cos they must have eskimo blood in their veins

And the one that I want

I just can't see

I can't see her there

I can't see her anywhere

Alright!

Oh Karen yeah-yeah...

Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen!