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 s**
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 s**y 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