She's nice and naughty and she gets around

And the maggots and the moths never slow her down

And her toothless grin never comes unwound

And she's swimming through the ashes

In her thousand pound crown



Oh there was Danny back in 82

He beat her black and he beat her blue

He'd do the things she knew he'd do

But he got himself a little poison stew



She's hardly crazy and she gets around

And the ghosts from the grave never bring her down

And her big yellow heart never makes a sound

And she's swimming through the night

In her thousand pound crown



There was Bart Govino that drunken prick

He loved young boys and he made her sick

He drank just like a lunatic

And a little bullet seemed to do the trick



There's a thousand pink diamonds laying all around

And the voices in her head are sweet chocolatey brown

And she's a broken little bird who can't get off the ground

As she swims through the streets

In her thousand pound crown