Marc Almond - Pink Shack Blues Lyrics
Theres a colour tv in the pink shackBut the paints peelin off the wallsTake a sneaky photo by the pink shackIn a pair of muddy overallsPay a ragged dollar for my snapshot misterPut a big grin on my faceCall hey, sonny! from your door, chiquitaIf the colour isnt to your tasteShes callin out to meNow shes bawlin out to meAnd shes singin right out of keyOh, lover man where can you be?Lost little orphans on the roadsideOn the steps of the roach motelLittle faces flicker in the go-go neonSeems theyve got something to sellTake my photograph for a dollar misterUp against the pink shack wallCall hey, sonny! from your door chiquitaThrow tequila kisses to us allShes callin out to meAnd its only half past threeShes callin out to meLover man where can you be?Shes callin out to meNow shes bawlin out to meAnd shes singin right out of keyOh, lover man where can you be?Theres room enough for two in the pink shackWith a black rat on my kneeBackroom tequila in the bathroomAnd a soapbox colour tv*****roaches crawlin round the pink shackBut please dont crawl on meFive in a bed in the pink shackBut theres really only room for threeShes callin out to meAnd its only half past threeAnd shes singin right out of keyOh, lover man where can you be?Shes calling out to meAnd shes bawling out to meAnd shes singing right out of keyOh, lover man where can you beOh, lover man where can you be
