Lyrics
The rain in Maine is made of Novocain
In the Florida Keys, it's made of antifreeze
In Maryland, it's made of heroin
In Minnesota, well, it's made of baking soda
Every tooth in Duluth is Baby Ruth proof
Every roof is as white as a 20-watt light
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
She's such a precious thing
She's dancing to the king
Move your feet to the beat, I'm back on lucky street
Well, I'm on a lucky streak, lucky street
Come sit on my lap in a Phrygian cap
I've been looking for a mix of sex and politics
Well, the cat ate the rat, and the beast ate the cat
And the boy ate the beast, and the beast made him fat
And he sat in a puddle and paddled with a spoon
And bloated like a bubble, and floated to the moon
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
She's such a precious thing
She's dancing to the king
Well, her makeup and wigs are made of squealing pigs
And her hands and her arms are made by Pepperidge Farms
And her face and her neck are made by Sinopec
And the lines in her palms are made by Viacom
And her dreams and her thoughts are made by Microsoft
She's the doll of St. Paul
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her grave in an air-conditioned cave
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
Dancing with the king
In the Florida Keys, it's made of antifreeze
In Maryland, it's made of heroin
In Minnesota, well, it's made of baking soda
Every tooth in Duluth is Baby Ruth proof
Every roof is as white as a 20-watt light
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
She's such a precious thing
She's dancing to the king
Move your feet to the beat, I'm back on lucky street
Well, I'm on a lucky streak, lucky street
Come sit on my lap in a Phrygian cap
I've been looking for a mix of sex and politics
Well, the cat ate the rat, and the beast ate the cat
And the boy ate the beast, and the beast made him fat
And he sat in a puddle and paddled with a spoon
And bloated like a bubble, and floated to the moon
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her home in an air-conditioned dome
She's such a precious thing
She's dancing to the king
Well, her makeup and wigs are made of squealing pigs
And her hands and her arms are made by Pepperidge Farms
And her face and her neck are made by Sinopec
And the lines in her palms are made by Viacom
And her dreams and her thoughts are made by Microsoft
She's the doll of St. Paul
The doll of St. Paul at the aerosol ball
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
She made her grave in an air-conditioned cave
She's such a special girl
She's been all around the world
Dancing with the king