Suicide Sal

Suicide Sal was a hell of a gab but not bad for a fella
Six feet two, her hair bright blue and no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste with the makeup on her face, joke and watch your lady scream
Six feet two, army boots, silicone tits and balls to boot

When Sally was in drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for the stage
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Well her big mistake was trying to break
Some fun down in the corner
We had the waitress on the table, she was keen and able
For a private show we'd corner
Just a pretty little thing with a waist so thin
Her knickers down around her knees
When up runs Sal with a drink in her hand
Chucked it all over our pretty little dream

If Sally was in drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for the stage
Only 22, and nothing you could do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

Suicide Sal was a hell of a gab, but not bad for a fella
Six feet two, her hair bright blue, and no one had the heart to tell her
That she showed no taste, with the makeup on her face, jokin' with you in a scream
Six feet two, army boots, silicone tits and balls to boot

When Sally was in drag, you had to be afraid
Could've been up for the stage
Only 22, and nothing you can do
A man trapped in a blue rinse cage

He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
He's trapped in a blue rinse cage
Well he's trapped!