a pinta makes a man
thats so very true
i know cos i’m a milkman
and my friend is too
a pinta shapes a girl
thats so very true
we found her on a sanddune
the sky a poster blue
milk will soon turn sour
thats so very true
so we lay among the pintas
without anymore ado
the bottles now are broken
the milk has slaked the sand
and we walk into the sunset
hand in hand in hand