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