Ballad of a Has Been Beauty Queen

She breaks down each time the sorry sun comes up
Cheapy eye-shadow, chipped and broken coffee cup
And from the cracked adobe walls of, of her office cage
The sound of the parade leaks in

She's known what it is to be wealthy
That means mink and crowned, heads in cars, fruit in jars
Diamond rings and things
Yeah, that's money
And she is learned to despise what it ever was
To be healthy, wealthy, and no wise that ain't funny
And that's really doesn't matter what the singer's done wrong
The only thing that never changes is the song

Sunday morning wakes to find her in bed
Some snake guy's head laying on her pillow, snoring
Well, she thinks he told her she was very pretty
And that he was something in the city, but she can't remember that
She looks up, she looks down, she looks up, she looks down
And tries to think pretty fast
Deciding at last
He was only some cat who came to read the gas

She tells him he'll have to go
And puts him outside the door

So begins a new day of routine
For the has-been beauty queen
Sad scene