Cold thoughts inseparable
Pale thoughts
Commitment turned to tyranny
Just a little drop of wine in your water
A little spice in your rice
This life's too plain for me
Things come out of the darkness
And they offer you sex
Or something like it
But that's not what you get
Hey, tommy, lost in pigalle
Hey, tommy, she's a hell of a gal
Fresh legs, eyes, head, smiles, rampant genitals
And many favorite daughters
Our impeccable hospitality is free
But I must insist you buy this young lady
A whisky or a water
But don't look at the price
With ice, it's not so nice
Here in the syphilis quarter
Hey, tommy, lost in pigalle
Hey, tommy, she's a hell of a gal
Hey, tommy, lost in pigalle
Scared stiff, penguified
You're one hundred dollars lighter
You wish you were light enough to fly
But at eight foot two
He's a monster from beirut
You'd expected a seductress
In her birthday suit
The conversation starts with honey
Quickly moves to money
Ends with a man
Not your sexy lady land
Hey, tommy, lost in pigalle
Hey, tommy, she's a hell of a gal
Hey, tommy, lost in pigalle
Hey, tommy, she's a hell of a gal
