L'Esqualita

Oh i would believe

That she's a real diva

She tugs at the reins

Of a hundred chihuahuas

She'll live a few years

But she'll have some adventures

Then sing of her sequins

With tears and with traumas

A fistfull of love

With Raoul Kowalski

He's only a slub

Of a corsican junkie

Hoods, heroin, hot Janes

Those fingers of finesse

Salo aftershave

Spend the rent on a new dress

Chi Chi at the bar

Dressed a l'Esqualita

Talks of Johns and of Joans

And tomorrows rhinestones

Chi Chi at the bar

Dressed a l'Esqualita

Talks of Johns and of Joans

And tomorrows rhinestones

I'm so sick in my spare time

Humouring thugs

We could go out to dinner

(But we're always on drugs)

I'm so sick in my spare time

Humouring thugs

We could go out to dinner

(But we're always on drugs)

Conchita Piqeur

She will take on the whole floor

This Carmen in cling film

Will bathe in your applause

She pads out the glamour

With warmth from your dollars

Squeeze out your breath

With the strength from her shoulders

OK so its ham

But she means every word

In a ten minute ballad

Of despair and blood

With one hand to the bosom

Paid for by the ballad

But somewhere in there is a

Deep love for love

Chi Chi at the bar

Dressed a l'Esqualita

Talks of Johns and of Joans

And tomorrows rhinestones

Chi Chi at the bar

Dressed a l'Esqualita

Talks of Johns and of Joans

And tomorrows rhinestones

I'm so sick in my spare time

Humouring thugs

We could go out to dinner