Candygram - Leo Sayer

Candy took a walk

Deep into Manhattan

Sold her soul to the devil there

Now she can’t get it back — no she can’t get it back

She’s waiting in a phone booth

For a man to come save her

But he’s taken every dollar that she made

And she can’t get it back — no she can’t get it back

Jesus is in heaven and Mary’s in the stable

But Candy’s got nowhere to go to sleep

Her poppa’s in the graveyard and her momma’s back in Kansas

Praying to the angels of the weak

For Candy’s soul to keep

Candy was a boy

Who never played no ball games

Missed out on every ride at the fair

Now she can’t get it back — no she can’t get it back

Candy feels the breeze

And heads out on the highway

No one’s gonna miss her when she’s gone

No they won’t have her back — no they won’t get her back

Jesus is in heaven and Judas’s in jailhouse

Chasing our poor Candy round the cell

Where are all the saints and where are all the angels

Why is every day a living hell — a living hell

Now Candy wants to die but can’t afford the burial

Mama doesn’t want her and won’t pay

No she won’t take her back — no she won’t take her back

So Candy has a plan

She’ll ride out on the beltway

Take the road until she dissapears

And they won’t get her back — no they won’t get her back

She can’t get it back — no she won’t get it back

Can’t get it — don’t get it

Can’t get it — won’t get it