I come home late at night
  On the floor to turn you on
  I check for tint and Technicolor
  After you there is no other
  Your brown hair is my connection
  Connects my resurrection
  And everyone else is just a harlot
  A Star Search spokes model starlet
  
  Miss Emma Peel
  Black boots kick high at his face
  One last look at the grace of
  Miss Emma Peel
  Catch the curve of your leather heel
  Before he blacks out
  That's another one down for
  Miss Emma Peel
  
  I sit beside her in the evening
  And watch her rerun secrets by my ears
  Cat eyes watch with British humor
  Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior
  Your brown hair is my connection
  Connects my resurrection
  And everyone else is just a harlot
  A Star Search spokes model starlet
  
  Miss Emma Peel
  Black boots kick high at his face
  One last look at the grace of
  Miss Emma Peel
  Catch the curve of your leather heel
  Before he blacks out
  That's another one down for
  
  For Miss Emma Peel
  For Miss Emma Peel
  For Miss Emma Peel
  For Miss Emma Peel