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It was many, many a week ago
In a ghetto by the sea
That a skinny chick stood that you probably know
By the name of Lydia McNee
And this little blonde lived with no other thought
Than to sing and sing for Virgin Records Company
She was a child and she�s my age, so I was a child
In this ghetto by the sea
But she sang with a voice that was more than music
That pretty Lydia McNee
With a voice that her agent, who probably came from Brooklyn,
Loved and offered her a car key
And this was the reason that, a while ago
In this ghetto by the sea
A shot rang out of the silence by night
Hitting the Lydia McNee
So that the paramedics came
And took her away from the scene
To bury her in a cold dark grave
In this ghetto by the sea
The agents, not half so rich in LA
Despised Miss. McNee
Yea! That was the reason (as anyone who�s anyone knows,
In this ghetto by the sea)
That the shot came out of the silence, hitting
And killing Miss. Lydia McNee
But her voice it was stronger by far than the voice
Of those who were older than she-
Of many far wiser than she-
And neither the agents in LA on the west
Nor the record labels in NYC
Can ever stop the sensational voice
Of the gorgeous Lydia McNee
For the radio never turns on without bringing us dreams
Of the gorgeous Lydia McNee
And the videos on MTV never end but we hear the songs
Of the gorgeous Lydia McNee
And so, during the night, the fans stay by her side
Of the talented, the talented, the strong, and the sweet
In her grave there by the sea-
In her box by the side of the sea.