Lyrics:

Not quite accustomed to her changing moods
Her customers would stare
A mix of Tempest Storm meets Halloween
A baby bat with flare
The lunch crowd set goes soft… when Georgette plays a goth
She’s at the news-stand reading stock reports
And fetish magazines
A waitress uniform (in black) embroidered “Dear Catastrophe”
The lunch crowd set goes soft… when Georgette plays a goth
She’d be the first to defend all those 80’s trends oh oh
Shows her fangs at the bar singing Johnny Marr oh oh
Her ‘Revolution Ballroom’ Nina Hagen outfit found its way
Out past the remnants of a germ free adolescence speckled phase
The lunch crowd set goes soft… when Georgette plays a goth
When asked about the Sputnik era fishnets
Or the table wine
She quotes the Holly Johnson song about the dreams you couldn’t buy