Cold Chisel Suicide Sal Lyrics

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal
And 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' cause ___________
Six feet two
Army boots
Silicone tits and balls to boot

Sally was a 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 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

Sally was a 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

Suicide Sal was a hellava gal
And 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' cause ___________
Six feet two
Army boots
Silicone tits and balls to boot

Sally was a 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!