Mona and the Preacher (Live)

It's a song called "Mona, and the Preacher"

The street boys are waiting for the late, late show
Their eyes are shifty, and their pants are low
A telephone rings in a room upstairs
The veteran sinks to the road below

Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers all around her feet
Hooks her thumb beneath the straps of her bag
Her cigarette glows as she takes another drag

The city mission stands in the late-night rain
Big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher steps out from a one-way lane (he does)

Well, the lady says, "Coffee?" and the man says, "Yeah"
Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress
Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide
The preacher slides in from the night outside

Laminex tables all around the wall
Mona wanders through the café to the window stall
The preacher asks softly for the time of day
Then heads towards the mission with his take-away

His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door
Outside rain becomes an inside roar
Mona rests her toes on the late night café floor (yeah, you know she does)

Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher

Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
Mona and the preacher (Mona)
Mona and the preacher (Mona, yeah, yeah)

Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
The preacher and the preacher, preacher and the preacher, preacher and the preacher
Mona, Mona, Mona and the preacher
Mona, Mona, Mona and the preacher

Some go dancing in the twilight zone
Men seek Mona when they're all alone
The women seek the preacher, their hearts to console
She heals the body, but he heals the soul
Well, he heals the soul
Well, he heals the soul
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah

Listen
I said, "Mona"
I said, "Mona"
You know it's Mona and the preacher again, alright