Sunday morning at the laundromat.
She had smile like the Mona Lisa,
he had a temper like a wild cat.
She was looking for the road to freedom,
he was looking for a steady girl.
Just a couple of desparados,
thrown together in this crazy world.
Willie took her to the West End places,
where all the pretty young people go.
He tried his best to please her,
when disaster came and laid him low.
Millionaire from across the ocean,
asked his girl, did she want to dance?
She was blinded by the flash of diamonds,
true love didn't stand a chance.
Hey, Willie! There goes your romance!
On the run with a stolen shotgun,
hear the sirens screeming in the night.
Come on Willie, don't put up a fight.
Lovers meet in unexpected places,
either side of the freedom line.
What a waste of time...
Copyright © 1981 Doug Halligan
My apologies to Dougie for not remembering all the words and for getting them wrong, if I have.
If I've still got a working cassette of this I'll update it properly, sometime.
