There's a colour TV in the pink shackBut the paint's peelin' off the wallsTake a sneaky photo by the pink shackIn a pair of muddy overallsPay a ragged dollar for my snapshot misterPut a big grin on my faceCall "Hey, Sonny!" from your door, ChiquitaIf the colour isn't to your tasteShe's callin' out to meNow she's bawlin' out to meAnd she's singin' right out of key"Oh, lover man where can you be?"Lost little orphans on the roadsideOn the steps of the Roach MotelLittle faces flicker in the go-go neonSeems they've got something to sellTake my photograph for a dollar misterUp against the pink shack wallCall "Hey, Sonny!" from your door ChiquitaThrow tequila kisses to us allShe's callin' out to meAnd it's only half past threeShe's callin' out to me"Lover man where can you be?"She's callin' out to meNow she's bawlin' out to meAnd she's singin' right out of key"Oh, lover man where can you be?"There's room enough for two in the pink shackWith a black rat on my kneeBackroom tequila in the bathroomAnd a soapbox colour TVCockroaches crawlin' round the pink shackBut please don't crawl on meFive in a bed in the pink shackBut there's really only room for threeShe's callin' out to meAnd it's only half past threeAnd she's singin' right out of key"Oh, lover man where can you be?"She's calling out to meAnd she's bawling out to meAnd she's singing right out of key"Oh, lover man where can you be""Oh, lover man where can you be"