Atomik Circus - Le retour de James Bataille

I could've had it easy,
lazing the hours away by my pool.

Instead, here I am back in this drafty,
beat up old shack,

for my daily meeting with you.
In the shade,
45s on the record player,

45° under the tin roof
and my skivvies sticking to me.

It reminds me of the story
of James and Consia.

Love was something they invented,
but they paid the price.

James, 6'2", wide shouldered,
the classic hunk, in person.

Jinxed from the start.
Hardly a spaceman,
but a great fan of lingerie

and an occasional stuntman.
That's what brought him to Skotlett.
It was so hot
the eggs fried in the fridge.

Skotlett, or nowheresville,
dear audience.

Life was good there
before James arrived.

How's it going?
I'm looking for a guy called Bosco.

Bosco, owner of the Sam Paradiso Bar.
The man who made Skotlett.
Mr. Bosco to you.
Yes, sir. I'm the stuntman.
- You just get here now?
- Sorry.