Pink Shack Blues — текст песни (Marc Almond)

There`s a colour TV in the pink shack
But the paint`s peelin` off the walls
Take a sneaky photo by the pink shack
In a pair of muddy overalls
Pay a ragged dollar for my snapshot mister
Put a big grin on my face
Call "Hey, Sonny!" from your door, Chiquita
If the colour isn`t to your taste

She`s callin` out to me
Now she`s bawlin` out to me
And she`s singin` right out of key
"Oh, lover man where can you be?"

Lost little orphans on the roadside
On the steps of the Roach Motel
Little faces flicker in the go-go neon
Seems they`ve got something to sell
Take my photograph for a dollar mister
Up against the pink shack wall
Call "Hey, Sonny!" from your door Chiquita
Throw tequila kisses to us all

She`s callin` out to me
And it`s only half past three
She`s callin` out to me
"Lover man where can you be?"

She`s callin` out to me
Now she`s bawlin` out to me
And she`s singin` right out of key
"Oh, lover man where can you be?"

There`s room enough for two in the pink shack
With a black rat on my knee
Backroom tequila in the bathroom
And a soapbox colour TV
Cockroaches crawlin` round the pink shack
But please don`t crawl on me
Five in a bed in the pink shack
But there`s really only room for three

She`s callin` out to me
And it`s only half past three
And she`s singin` right out of key
"Oh, lover man where can you be?"

She`s calling out to me
And she`s bawling out to me
And she`s singing right out of key
"Oh, lover man where can you be"
"Oh, lover man where can you be"