The name on everybody's lips
The lady raking in the chips
That meansSomebody everyone knows
They're gonna recognize my eyes
My hair my teeth my boobs my nose
From just some dumb mechanics wife
Who says that murder's not an art?
And who in case she doesn't hang
Can say she started with a bang?
They're gonna wait outside in line
Think of those autographs
And I'll appear in a lavalier that goes
All the way down to my waist
But always in the best of taste!
And the audience loves me!
And they love me for loving them
And I love them for loving me
And that's because none of us
Got enough love in our childhoods
She's given up her hum drum life
She made a scandal and a start
And Sophie Tucker will shxt I know
To see her name get billed below