The last time that I saw her

She was standing in the rain

With her overcoat under her arm

Leaning on a horsehead cane

She said "Carl, take all the money"

She called everybody Carl

"My spirit's broke"

"My mind's a joke,"

"And getting up's real hard"



Chorus

Don't you know her

When you see her?

She grew up

In your back yard

Come back to us

Barbara Lewis

Hare Krishna

Beauregard



Selling bibles at the airports

Buying quayludes on the phone

Hey, you talk about

A paper route

She's a shut in without a home

God save her, please

She's nailed her knees

To some drugstore parking lot

Hey, Mr. Brown

Turn the volume down

I believe this evening's shot



Repeat Chorus



Can't you picture her next Thursday?

Can you picture her at all?

In the Hotel Boulderado

At the dark end of the hall

I gotta shake myself and wonder

Why she even bothers me

For if heartaches were commercials

We'd all be on T.V.



Repeat Chorus