Judy Garland

Excuse me, darlin', to disturb you
Could you spare a bit of what the lord left for you?
Bless your solemn unending virtue
Lest your savior up desert you

Jesus couldn't quell the pains
Of Americas in trucks and trains
And tractor trailers on the range
Barmen counting out their change
And Goldwin Mayer, Fred Astaire
Slicking back his oily hair
Snorts benzedrine off of a mirror
Slaps her ass, how are you dear?
And all the preachers whistle nervous
Stare down devils in the back of churches
Meet their luscious daughters
In the smalls beneath the boughs of birches

And Judy garland hit the bathroom floor
Of her cold apartment 'bove a chelsea store
And all the drag queens, all the whores
Couldn't get poor Judy back up off of her laurels

Judy
Judy
Oh, Judy
Oh, Judy

Wanna put my foot down on Manhattan
Watch it float down like a boogie board
See the water bulging through the avenue
Watch the cool kids look out their window
Bored as their mother drops the rolling pin, the radio says

Judy Garland hit the bathroom floor
Of her cold apartment 'bove a chelsea store
And all the drag queens and all the whores
Couldn't get poor Judy back up off of her laurels

Judy
Judy
Oh, Judy
Oh, Judy

Ooh, look out
Ooh, look out
Ooh, look out
Ooh, look out

Judy Garland
You're a beauty, darling
Judy Garland
You're a beauty, darling
Judy Garland
You're a beauty, darling
Oh, Judy



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Writer(s): 0, Daniel Bateman
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