Chapman Sitting alone in a bar-room, sipping my last glass of beer My money's gone out of the window and I don't know anyone here I'm ready to go when a hand slips in mine and a voice whispers low "Darling slip to the bar here's a ten to see you through", Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are Hungrily searching the kitchen my ice-box's empty again That candle replacing the light bulb, I guess dinners a white waxy thing Just as I make the decision on whether to see or whether to starve Her voice calls down the hallway "Dinner is booked it's not too far" Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are I'm caught unaware in a cloudburst, stuck with no change of clothes It's cold in this rusty old building, the heating went off long ago It isn't surprising my temperature's rising I'm feeling quite ill Then like a rainbow she comes in the doorway and gone is the chill Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real Oh sweet vanilla, you're a winner