She goes to discos with a hard-running crowd
Dressed up to kill, they never speak very loud
Her style and speed are from another decade
And when she struts the street, she's on parade

Deco lady, deco lady, spending money like rice
Deco lady, deco living really feels so nice

Her clothes ain't faggy, draggy Art Nouveau
She's gold and gilded, Metro-Goldwyn deco
She drinks Manhattans, swizzle stick ebony
And drags a cigarette from ivory

Deco lady, deco lady, dancing into your heart
Deco lady, deco loving tears your mind apart

Deco lady, don't need toke smoke coke scenes
Deco lady, deco sleep wakes up to deco dreams

Decked out in satin like a dream movie queen
Bigger than life upon the wide silver screen
Padded shoulders slashed with stripes to her hips
A thousand lines upon her painted lips

Deco lady