paroles de chanson Mona and the Preacher - Cold Chisel

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 sings to the road below
Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers all around her feet
She hooks her thumbs beneath the straps of her bag
Her cigarette glows as she takes another drag

The city mission stands in the late night rain
The big drops streak the dirty windowpane
An old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane

The lady says "Coffee" and the man says "yes"
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
The Laminex tables all around the wall
Mona wanders through the cafe 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
The outside rain becomes an inside roar
And Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor

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

But some go dancing in the twilight zone
And some seek Mona when they're all alone
The women seek the preacher, their hearts to console
Well she heals the body, but he heals the soul
He heals the soul

I said Mona
I said Mona
You know it's Mona and the preacher again