Colleen

 

Well she was born a millionaire's daughter

And she was weaned on Perrier Water

And the closest to country she ever got

Was the Hampton's Country Club

And a hand-me-down pair

Of Ralph Lauren Kid Skin Gloves

 

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar

Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.

Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass

Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class

 

Well her folks had a house in Boston

And one in Nantucket

Where her only chore was a totin'

A champaign bucket

From the top of the social registry

The only way is down, so she married

A po'boy from a little Mississippi town

 

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar

Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.

Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass

Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class

 

Well it was raining the night

The Mercedes rolled into Natchez

All you could see from the courthouse steps was cotton patches

And when she said "I do"

Her rich ol' Boston Yankee Momma up and died

Now the little rich bitch sees the tracks from the other side

 

Colleen, Colleen, sweeter than Caviar

Blue chipped, pedigreed queen of the D.A.R.

Colleen, Colleen, chandeliers and crystal glass

Blue blood, purebred queen of the upper class

 

©2000 Patrick Weathers & Will Rambeaux / BMI

 

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