| Lyrics: | She's got another fantasy,
She lives in flat number twenty three,
Picked first prize for
carnival queen,
And now she takes her clothes off,
Collects the covers of her
magazines,
She longs to be another teenage dream,
The problem is she's turning forty
three,
She still takes her clothes off.
She got the nickname porta bubble
Joan,
They found her dead, dead as nails at home.
And she said, I'm gonna be another
Marilyn
Bleach my hair and get real thin,
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with
me.
She loved to have her little fantasies,
She longed to be the wife of Jimmy
Dean,
But Jimmy's head sits in Jimmy's knees,
She loves to take her clothes
off.
Police are looking around at twenty three,
They found her hanging from her
swollen feet,
They saw her dance last in Woolworth street,
She loved to take her clothes
off.
She got the nickname porta bubble Joan,
They found her dead, dead as nails at
home.
And she said, I'm gonna be another Marilyn
Bleach my head and get real
thin,
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me.
Everybody's gonna wanna dance with
me,
Everybody wants to be the carnival queen.
Everybody's gonna wanna dance with
me,
Everybody wants to be the carnival king or queen.
We all read the
books.
She takes her clothes off,
One by one, one by one, off again |
