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