Dorothy Songtext / Lyric

I think I saw her on "Lifestyles of the famous"

Her dad was very debonair in his designer colostomy

Little pink ribbons and a taffetta napkin

Curls, curls, curls in her perfect hair



Out in the streets a man's sucking on a bottle

She hands him a nickel cause life is unfair

Politically she's so correct, she's always dressed in black

She wants to go uptown, she wants to try some crack



Dorothy your shoes are fabulous (Dorothy!)

Beefy calves in poppy fields (God is dead!)

Flying monkeys dressed like bellmen (Dorothy!)

Dorothy, you're melting






Mother is quite scandalized be her addict's taste

She sent her to the Hamptons with a republican date

Now Dorothy is pregnant with a fascist baby

Bellyfull of nothing but mommy's disgrace



Dorothy your shoes are fabulous (Dorothy!)

Beefy calves in poppy fields (God is dead!)

Flying monkeys dressed like bellmen (Dorothy!)

Dorothy, you're melting



Dorothea

Dorothy!

Dorothea

Dorothy!

Dorothea



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Lifestyles of the rich and famous

Blue chip family stock swept under the rug