Feral Nelda Steals the Show

Fat lady dances on tables (ah)
Stone cold she glances at me
Pouring herself into dresses (ah)
Chrome garter perched on her knee

Forming a ring round her antics we
Stair rises off to the right
Her exit is graceless, a tree in high
Teeth chatter into the night

Her movements are obese, a danger to all
Together we cry in despair
The ten dress slips lose to the roll of a drum
Snared in her curingless [?] hair