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"
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