Pink Shack Blues Lyrics - 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?" 

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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?" 

Photos 

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"