She's got another fantasy,
She lives in flat number twenty three,
Picked first prize for carnival queen,
And now she takes her clothes off

Collects the covers of her magazines,
She longs to be another teenage dream,
The problem is she's turning forty three,
She still takes her clothes off

She got the nickname porta bubble Joan,
They found her dead, dead as nails at home
And she said, I'm gonna be another Marilyn,
Bleach my hair and get real thin,
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me

She loved to have her little fantasies,
She longed to be the wife of Jimmy Dean,
But Jimmy's head sits in Jimmy's knees,
She loves to take her clothes off

Police are looking around at twenty three,
They found her hanging from her swollen feet,
They saw her dance last in Woolworth street,
She loved to take her clothes off

She got the nickname porta bubble Joan,
They found her dead, dead as nails at home
And she said, I'm gonna be another Marilyn,
Bleach my head and get real thin,
And everybody's gonna wanna dance with me,

Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me
Everybody wants to be the carnival queen

Everybody's gonna wanna dance with me
Everybody wants to be the carnival king or queen

We all read the books
She takes her clothes off,
One by one, one by one, off again