She sat upon the plane that
Harry
Daniel said with true imperiously,
Don't talk to me no more,
her son the imbecile was waiting for the throne.
She had to get back to him,
cause he couldn't sit alone
Her hair was white as snow,
her arms sleek and thick
A tiny violet strychnine
hung around her neck
He asked her sage advice,
to which she did ignore
And glittered him like daggers,
the harridan of yore
Her dynasty was long and rich,
but not from sweat and toil
But from politics and baseball,
energy and oil
The befriending of dictators made
her just a common whore
And she has no time for common folk
The hair of
Daniel, yeah
Her dynasty was long and rich,
but not from sweat and toil
But from politics and baseball,
energy and oil
The defending of the taters made
her just a common whore
And she has no time for common folk
The
Herodine of
Yore
And as the sun goes down
On that one up in the sky
She has her ego bearing
Even though she's gonna die
Her family gathers around
With golden jewels and rings
Much of which was paid for
By
Saudi
Arabian kings
And that stranger on the plane
Came to say adieu
She looked at him imperiously
As if to say we're through
He asked for sage advice
To which she did ignore
She has no time to comment
Common folk, the
Harry
Dan of yore
No, she has no time for common folk
The
Harry
Dan
Of yore