Marsha, was the girl from Letterkenny when I saw her, it was such a holy feast
She came, walking down the foggy lane into the morning, of a warm September day
Shirley, she lived down the way I met her in Tobago, she was such a sight to see
Brown skin, a bathing beauty with wild dreadlocks, and I loved her like the Lady from Athina

Mandy, I would walk a 1000 miles my soul is burned out, since I left your house in France
I can´t, find no sleep until the dawning need you so bad, you´re my living phantasy
Sorry, but I need to cross the ocean ´cause tomorrow, I will be in paradise
Tell me, I´m the greatest king of fools there´s only one girl, and that´s my Lady in Athina