Some resurrection is no conclusion

Some poor pretention but no invention

In the night they become, just what they want

One imitation just like roger moore

Please tell us what they say

They tell us what to do

Theyre only fooling me and you


You know what I aint

You know what I aint

I aint no gigolo aunt

You know what I aint

You know what I aint

I aint no gigolo aunt


Ten secret agents, codes and deadly tricks

The prince of darkness from the horror flicks

The spiders web of intrigue a silent scream of dread

Oh where have they gone, lost in pity and despair

Please tell us what they say

They tell us what to do

Theyre only fooling me and you


You know what I aint

You know what I aint

I aint no gigolo aunt

You know what I aint

You know what I aint

I aint no gigolo aunt


She stands there on the stair

Nobody cares we know hes there

Shes making coffee for two

Who does he fool

Its me and you

Please tell us what they say

They tell us what to do

Theyre only fooling me and you


You know what I aint

You know what I aint

I aint no gigolo aunt