She walks with
head held high
Nose held high
yeah.
Well maybe she’s
Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones
Never hangs in
doorways
She doesn’t talk
to strangers
Get out of her
way she might step on your toe-
She’s goin’ shoppin’
And she ain’t
stopping—no
She’s like a
witch on a broom
She wears pretty pretty clothes
So feminine and
free
But she never
blows her nose.
And if her jeans
are too tight-
It’s because she
keeps fartin’
Hey, Germ, take a
good look at her
She’s up N comin’
She’s got BITCH
QUALITY
She’s out for
number one
You can’t take it
away.
At least,
Not today.
Oh whoa poor baby
where’s
Mum and daddy?
You went an
stubbed your toe
Yeah
They don’t wanna know
Your face down on
the ground
And
They’re nowhere
to be found.
No, they’re
nowhere to be found.
They’re nowhere
to be found
Wipe your wounds
baby ‘cause
They’re
Nowhere
Nowhere to be
found
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