Agnes English! Agnes English! There's a woman living in my town; Her name is Agnes English. She owns a house on Carnaby Street Where the high-hat cats all gather to meet. It was a two-story house with holes of all sorts And the windows were deceiving! And when I saw her looking out at me that day Was really unbelieving. Folks say she was sweeter than an ice cream cone! And now she owns a house of her own! She was Agnes English! The lady with the funny face. She was Agnes English, with the lips I like to trace. Agnes English! Sophisticated Agnes English! Her daddy was a drugstore man, mother ran a gift shop. My long-legged sister, her freckle-faced brother Worked together undercover. Selling outlaw buttons saying "Take me down!" It was really unbelieving. Stop, I think I hear a sound; Her noise can't be deceiving. You can't live this life you're living With broken signs and people singing: Agnes English, the lady with the funny face. She was Agnes English, with the lips I like to trace. Agnes English! Hey young lady - Agnes English! Sophisticated Agnes English! With the funny face, well - Agnes English! Agnes English, Agnes English! Agnes English, Agnes English! (repeat to fade)