Yakuza Girls - Cold Chisel

Well, its the last call at the fag end

Of the wrong bar at the bad end

Of the wrong side of a dog town

On a one way road that takes you down

From a shit creek, and back again

The doors swing open and they all come in

From the arse end of a sick world

A bus load of Yakuza girls

Yakuza girls, chicks of doom

Fanning out to cover the room

Smokin' Luckys, climbin the bar

Drinkin' saki from an old fruit jar

Yakuza girls, 12 o’clock high

Fishnets all the way to Hawaii

Playin' karioke and singin' along

With the key words of a lock’n’loll song

Well, ya get to see 'em all comin' through this place

Every household name then forgotten face

Every fucked up, low down, pin tucked, rewound

Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found

Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah

I reckon I’d seen it all, but I swear

I never seen this much potential romance since

Lovelace Watkins split his pants

Yakuza girls, climbin' the walls

Chewin' on gum, grabbin' my balls

And tellin' me to cough, seein' how far

They can pole dance off the end of the bar

Yakuza girls, doin' the dog

With a yo-yo in and outa the bog

Who’s that haulin' on a rubber glove

Yakuza girls, lookin' for love