Sandra woeked at the local hotel
Brought up near the bright lights
Down where the tears fell
She'd seen Kevin playing pool
But she was never one to suffer fools gladly
But she loved him madly
Kevin had a chain tattooed on his neck
Knew Sandra was a lonesome girl
Knew her life was a wreck
He took her out one Saturday night
The TNT sign burned holes in her eyes
He could tell such bitter lies
CHORUS
Gotta follow that trusted rule
You get me and I get you
Theres nothing much to say ay ay
Sandra's on the way
Sandra's on the way
She left school when she was fifteen
Got a job downtown
she was the hip chick on the scene
Then one day at home her mum walked out
Her whole world came crashing down around her knees
So much for TV families
Kevin swept the street he was a knockabout bloke
He could tell a girl by the look in her eye
He could tell a good joke
Spent half his wages on the drink
Never took time to think a future plan
He rode the world in the bottom of his hand
CHORUS
Eighteen months down the track
Kevin and Sandras got a little girl
And a Housing Commission flat
But they don't do nothing no more
Just fight out their own lonely little wars
Behind that door
Up on the sixteenth floor
And they were married in the summertime