Kashka from Baghdad lives in sin they say,
With another man,
But no-one knows who.
Old friends never call there,
Some wonder if life`s inside at all,
If there`s life inside at all.
But we know the lady who rents the room,
She catches them calling a la lune.
Chorus At night they`re seen,
Laughing, loving,
They know the way
To be happy.
They never go for walks,
Maybe it`s because the moon`s not bright enough,
There`s light in love you see.
I watch their shadows,
Tall and slim in the window opposite,
I long to be with them.
`Cos when all the alley-cats come out,
You can hear music from Kashka`s house.
Chorus