Gloria Songtext

Her head to the ground.

Come 'round here just about midnight.

She'll make me feel so good,

Make me feel all right.



She come round my street, now.

She come to my house.

Knock upon my door.

Climbing up my stairs,

One, two, three...
Come on up, baby.

Here she is in my room, oh boy.



Hey what's your name?

How old are you?

Where'd you go to school?

Uh, huh.

Yeah.

Uh, huh yeah.

Oh, oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh, huh.



Well now then we know each other

A little bit better,

Why don't you come over here

Make me feel all right!



Gloria.

Gloria.

Gloria.

(Gloria.)

Gloria

(Gloria.)

Gloria.

(Gloria.)

Gloria.

(Gloria.)



All night.

All day.

All right.

Okay, yeah.



You were my queen and I was your fool,

Riding home after school.

You took me home, babe

To your house.

Your father's at work,

Your momma's out shopping around.

Took me into your room.

Show me your thing.

Why'd you do it, baby?



Getting softer.

Slow it down.

Softer.

Get it down.

Now you show me your thing.

Now why don't you wrap

Your lips around my cock, baby.

(Whoa! Suck it.)

Yeah.

(Taste it.)

Wrap your legs around my neck.

(Eat it.)

And wrap you arms around my feet, yeah.

(Lick it.)

Wrap your hair around my skin.

(whistle)

Yeah.

I'm gonna eat ya, honey, yeah.

(Come on.)

I'm gonna eat ya, baby, yeah.

I'm gonna - huh, all right.

Okay, yeah.



It's getting harder.

(It's getting harder)

Getting faster, too.

(Getting longer.)

It's getting too darn fast,

It's gotta wiggle around too much.

(Work it.)

It's getting harder.

It's gonna rip you in two, honey.



All right.

Come on, love

Now, let's get it on.

Too late, too late, too late,

Too late, too late, too late.

Can't stop.

Make me feel all right, babe.



L-O-R-I-A!

Gloria.

(Gloria.)

Oh, yeah.

(Gloria.)

Oh, right.

(Gloria.)

(Gloria.)



Keep the whole thing going, baby!

All right.



Source: Aquarius Theater, Hollywood - July 21, 1969



Originally by Van Morrison