It's been eighteen garbage collector strikes
That I've wandered in this neighborbood
Never saw one more beautiful than her
In the city
Neither the Milk bar waitresses
Nor the ones from the Banana
That we undress in the dark
At the movies
They are all cough pills
Tablets, cachous
Vending machine candy
But she's not that at all
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
Every day I kick around
Cat food cans
And like these tin cans
I walk in circles
When I reel her in
From the top of my balcony
She takes me down to the car park
And onto the concrete
It's Brazil for a thousand francs
And I crawl in the pentothal
I reach the end of my fins
It's snow and napalm
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
I live atop this tower
The last one from the block
My window is too high for
The Koch bacillus
Beyond the antennas
Above the cynodrome
And the kerosene trails
There is this girl
She walks among the garbage
It looks like these leaflets
Of girls lying in some cactus shade
You know what I mean and yet she is just
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick
An awesome chick