LYRIC FOR SALE

By Patrick Power

Daddy’s on the sofa reading the paper
Studying racing form
Momma’s in the kitchen cooking up
A force nine storm
She’s a wizard yeah
With food bank parcels keeping us
Fed and warm
She’s a wizard yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah she’s a wizard.

I’m in my bedroom filling out
A government form
Girlfriends out working
Dancing up an exotic storm
She’s a working girl
So, don’t you ever put her down
She’s a working girl
Making her way in this dirty
Little dead dog town
She’s a working girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah she’s a working girl
So don’t you ever put her down.

Her daddy worked construction
Thrown on the soulless dole
That’s why she grinds up against
That greasy stainless-steel pole
She’s a working girl
Digging us outa this goddamn hole
She’s a working girl
So, don’t you ever put her down
She’s a working girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah she’s a working girl.

In my room her pretty little dress sways
Walking to my arms as the radio plays
Tears well in her pretty little eyes of brown
I promise her someday baby we’ll own
This dirty goddamn town
And all her tears dry and pass
But tomorrow the same old vipers
Crawl out from under the grass
To see my working girl
Grinding up against that greasy pole
She’s a working girl, a working girl
So, don’t you ever put her down
She’s a working girl
So, don’t you ever put her down
She’s a working girl
So, don’t you ever put her down
She’s a working girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah she’s a working girl.