Lyric:-

Selling art on the railings all day long
Tourists come and go looking for deals
Need a cold drink and something to eat
Take away the dusty taste of the street 
Go to Shepherds Market across Park Lane
The sun still shines but it smells like rain
Heading for the pub where the red light glows
A champagne pink dog and her working clothes

Whispers in my ear
“Coming home dear”
Softly in my ear
“Coming home dear”

Pink dog in the red light
Smile breaking my mind
Pink dog in the red light
She’s looking kinda kind

Get a bottle of Schlitz and her a pink gin
She watches the door as the night draws in
Bottles empty as the thirst gets slaked
Can’t tell if that smile is real or faked
Couldn’t care less really ‘cos it feels nice
Another pink gin with one cube of ice 
A squeeze of the thigh a tip of the wink
Another warm smile a drain of the drink

Whispers in my ear
“Come on home dear”
Softly in my ear
“Come on home dear”

Pink dog in the red light
Her smile breaks my mind
Pink dog in the red light
She’s looking kinda kind

In the taxi 
We’re going home
With a pink dog
Going home

Harry Rogers, In the study at Pencnwcau 29th September 2014