April Anne

April Anne with the red bandanna round your head

Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said

That the sash around your waist had turned to lead

And your jingle-jagged faggot friend was dead

And the wine we spilled, it stained your pillows red

And the midnight cowboys came and quickly fled

Oh the whole thing was bringing her down

Lady Anne, we danced the fandango round your bed

Anne, the Gypsy Woman once said:

Let an Easy Rider share your bed

But you chose the drunken gigolo instead

How were you to know he was inbred?

And you sat and cried and hung your head and said

That the whole thing was bringing you down

April Anne with the red bandanna round your head

Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said

That the sash around your waist had turned to lead

And your jingle-jagged faggot friend was dead

And the midnight cowboys came and quickly fled

Oh the wine we spilled, it stained your pillow red

And she let an Easy Rider share her bed

But she chose the drunken gigolo instead