Betsy Dupree floated in black water
In a big old innertube
Orange lipstick on her
A floppy hat, sunglasses too
Long cigarette holder
She looked like a party
Betsy Dupree had a thorn bush for a Christmas tree
She grazed its tips with gumdrops
For all the kids you see
Betsy Dupree could not take it when her husband cheated 
on her
She went crazy on her youngest son
He look just like his father
Betsy Dupree took her life
She was one of those fancy social types
Lord, let me be free
From that kind of jealousy
That killed old Betsy Dupree