Miss America

Miss America, music lover, a dancer in the USO

A one time loser a two time fiend,

Says she even likes Black Crowes

Bought a faux fur now she's a hip girl

Head full of acid and pearls

The cops said no, so we left Idaho

Heading to the cost for the show

Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint

Still she's trouble with a capital "T".

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Cause you know she's gonna

Rock and roll

Miss America is

Rock and roll

She gotta lip for the fool

And you know she's gonna

Rock and roll

Keep your head up

And look for the cup

Fill it with the wine from the still.

Miss America, music lover

Spent the last 20 years on the pill.

Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint

Still she's tripping with a capital "T".

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Got divorced, left court broke, of course

Baggin' alimon' for the jag

Quit cigarettes so she's tired and tense

Just a 50 year groupie in drag.

Said she's a sinner but she knows she's a saint

Still she's trouble with a capital "T".

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