The Wave Pictures - Panama Hat lyrics

Barbershop blues You were a choir girl next to me With the red walls I built around my ribs And my burnt-out factory teeth Wax your legs before the screen test red brick woman Big smiles and the rest all sparkling wine I was a prophet with no country I was riddled with acne Bugging airport security Guitar case full of cables You were pigeon-feathered French Peach schnapps and menthol cigarettes Redbreast robins and roses on your dress Cross-legged beer-bellied like murder underneath the table You made friends with my black-and-white cat I never saw him take to someone new like that You made friends with my black-and-white cat I never saw him take to someone new like that Coming in out of the rain into the kitchen as the kettle starts to steam Smoking Red West in the street wet with the rain And you in the blue car in your Panama hat again And it rains too on the hedgerows in the suburbs Headlights frazzle in the puddles on the country road in the middle of the night And it shows in your eyes, blue moon Keep on shining down You made friends with my black-and-white cat I never saw him take to someone new like that You made friends with my black-and-white cat I never saw him take to someone new like that He's like me, we don't need a lot of drama just to feel alive