Verse 1:
There once was a woman,
Who tried to make the world right,
Her hair was of,
The purest white.
She tried so hard,
To usher in cleanliness,
In a world,
So governed by filth.
Chorus:
Come on over,
Sit right down,
Make a bet,
Which one is the clown?
Verse 2:
My Brother and I, we wondered,
Just what would come to be,
If she and, say, Sid Viscious,
Were both to come to tea.
Would he watch his foul mouth,
Or would she smack it clean?
A food fight between the pair of them,
Would've been something to be seen.
Verse 3:
I feel inclined to try it,
With suitable substitutes,
But something is sadly lacking,
In today's stars' attitudes.
There is no real edge,
No confrontational skills,
Tea parties would be so much better,
With my two extreme dream guests.