Joe Cocker

Marjorine, where have you been?
Did you meet the queen, marjorine?
Let me know. why did you go?
Why don't you show, marjorine?
Oh, down by the sea, searchin' for me, marjorine.
I want you back, but you will not get in the sack, no!
Each I go to town I see your face in a crowd and,
When I come back home, I call your name aloud.