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Victor Bonderoff - The Vancouver Sun

     

Lucy


Once there was a lady born to sing and dance
In the parlors of Paris the gem of France
and when she did burlesque she took her knickers down
The drunkards went ballistic in the red light part of town

 

And an army of wives were heard to resound
You’re absolutely evil
if you leave it to the diva
She has be to run out
so get the feathers and  the tar


We’ll pack away her pasties
And we’ll strap her to a steamer
Desperately soon and destination very far

Luciene her first name and last was DeLaChance
And If she caught your eye you’d empty out your pants
She cast a spell on many men before she fled each town
To set themselves ablaze and burn the bastard to the ground

 

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Now Lucy traveled years in search of mighty men
Strong enough of mind to resist her, but again
Every time she sang the men would turn to hounds
And piss on every building ‘til the population drowned

 

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When Lucy headed east she came to desert land
she finally met the Devil who was strong enough to stand
He took her to the altar in his palace underground
And banished all his harem for the jewel he had found

 

You’ve started fires Lucy
Burnt bread crumb trail of destruction
You make Salome look like she’s under construction
You’re looking good my knave
You tower over Pandora
Queen of the rave ‘round the sabers of Hora
Do your worst Lucy
You’re looking ripe for the picking
cast that spell for me
and on the world hang a licking
You’re the love of Beelzebub
Seduce it by surprise and the world as we know it
will belong to you and I