The Lady with the Hot Pink Stance - The Lady with the Hot Pink Stance lyrics

The lady with the hot pink fashion Stance Sweated up like autumn leaves Crumpled up Inside her dance Heard she had a bit of trouble In town And as the walls came tumblin' Down Like a princess in a children's Rhyme Crying for her prince in time Inside an irreverent beat She pricked her finger And fell asleep Mama, mama, In mustard shades Selling homemade lemonade Spare a nickel To buy some lunch Yes, we have no... Thanks a bunch "Mother"... was the guilty cop That's a bit of a fool's flipflop She ain't wearing But secondhand clothes And the winter came And the winds did blow