Well I know now that she's kissing me stupid
Meanwhile she's deftly fingering my cash
And I'm just a wanderer
In a world of double entendre
Of stale smoke and trailer trash
And now the ice in my drink is still melting
And I'm blinded by her desolate glare
And my bungalow
Is just one in a row
Cocktail waitresses everywhere
So good luck with that man of mystery
The one who's leapin'
Monkey stick in his hand
He'll be your knight in squeaky armour
Go and join his raggedy band
Love in a strange, strange land
Oh look
Who's smoking over there in the corner
Like some well-hung, hustlin' rube
Could it really be the Midnight Cowboy
The It boy, the Now boy
Or just one of the Magnificent Few
And when I looked into the mirror this morning
I saw a face I did not recognise
It looked all beaten and battered
Not that it mattered
It just had to look in your eyes
So good luck with that man of mystery
The one who's kneeling and-a kissing your hand
He'll be your knight in creaky armour
Go and join his rusty band
Love in a strange, strange land
How well he suffers you fools so graciously
Your petty thievery
And music so canned
Other than that you're strangely charming
Faded, frightened, lonely and bland
Love in a strange, strange land
(Stale smoke and trailer trash)...
