after the Cyote-Club,
with the bar-girl in your tub,
If this is lust, lust's sure the drug.
Pattaya is a howl? Yes, you bet !
You are yesterday's news
and today's fish-and-chip wrapper.
You can go out on the booze
while looking all dapper;
get drunk and hang-loose
with a dirty old-slapper.
It's now the reporters' turn to act shy.
You chased the cameras when an unknown guy.
She calls it her pink-dolphin.
Her head is pretty much aswim.
It slides out, up-and-in.
She is so attached to him,
and he's sure-a-part of her lover.
Damn, what a fabulous diver !
First came the sun Verlaine,
but soon to follow was the rain,
The poet Rimbaud was so crass
as to wipe your poems on his ass.
The fired-gun was no fun-game.
Good and bad, the strange dreams come:
two lovers rolling together as one
upon the feathers, upon the stones;
upon rose-petals, upon cruel-thorns.
Two lizards on a rock in the sun.