We all read the books
They found her hangin' from her swollen feet
They found her dead, dead as nails, at home
Got the nick name Porta Bubble Joan
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me"
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me"
Bleach my hair and get real thin
She loved to take her clothes off
The problem is she's turning forty three
They found her dead, dead as nails, at home
Got the nick name, Porta Bubble Joan
And she said, "I'm gonna be another Marilyn
She loves to have her little fantasies
She loves to take her clothes off
Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me
She longs to be another teenage dream
She takes her clothes off one by one
Bleach my hair and get real thin
They saw her dance last in Woolworth street
Picked first prize for Carnival Queen
But Jimmy's head sits in Jimmy's knees
She longed to be the wife of Jimmy Dean
She said, "I'm gonna be another Marilyn
And now she takes her clothes off
Everybody wants to be the Carnival King or Queen
One by one
She still takes her clothes off
Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me
Everybody wants to be the Carnival Queen
Police are looking around at twenty three
Collects the covers of her magazines
