Mona and the Preacher Songtext
von Cold Chisel

It′s a song called "Mona, and the Preacher"

The street boys are waiting for the late late show
Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low
A telephone rings in a room upstairs
The veteran sinks to the road below
Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street
The afternoon papers all around her feet
Hooks her thumb beneath the straps of her bag
Her cigarette glows as she takes another drag
The city mission stands in the late night rain
Big drops streak the dirty windowpane
The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane (he does)


The lady says "coffee" and the man says "yeah"
Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress
Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide
The preacher slides in from the night outside
Laminex tables all around the wall
Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall
The preacher asks softly for the time of day
Then heads towards the mission with his take-away
His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door
Outside rain becomes an inside roar
Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor (you know she does)

Mona and the preacher, Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher, Mona and the preacher
Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
Mona and the preacher (Mona)
Mona and the preacher (Mona yeah, yeah)
Mona and the preacher (Mona and the preacher)
The preacher and the preacher, preacher and the preacher, preacher and the preacher
Mona, Mona, Mona and the preacher
Mona, Mona, Mona and the preacher

Some go dancing in the twilight zone
Men seek Mona when they're all alone
The women seek the preacher, their hearts to console
She heals the body, but he heals the soul
Well he heals the soul
Well he heals the soul


Listen
I said Mona
I said Mona
You know it′s Mona and the preacher again, all right