Ointment Man

There's chatter on a sidewalk
A crowd is heading for a ball
Drops of young folk dripping
Towards the golden city hall
There's a dark shape of a man
Waiting at his corner spot
He's got bottles in his bag
He's waiting for the night to rot

An echo of high heels
Is bouncing from the wall
There's a swelling in his throat
Now some smiles are gonna fall
He sees a flash of a red evening dress
Against the darkness of the town
He uncorks a bottle and
Throws some ointment on the gown

He's the ointment man
In a soiling mood
He's the ointment man
Better run for good
He's the ointment man
With an ugly habit from the childhood

The girl saw the follower
But there wasn't any harm
She swung in through the big doors
In the air so safe and warm
She blew into her fingers
Still asleep from the icy rain
When her eyes fell on to the dress
All messed up with an oily stain

He's the ointment man
He's in a soiling mood
He's the ointment man
Better run for good
He's the ointment man
With an ugly habit from the childhood

Two gentlemen start running
To catch the man who spoilt the gown
They see and old man lurking
And approach to run him down
When he looks at them with fear
And stutters words in fright
They have to let him go,
And watch him flee into the night

He's the ointment man
In a soiling mood
He's the ointment man
Better run for good
He's the ointment man
With an ugly habit from the childhood