By Stew
(Lyrics)picture if you can your Auntie in a café
sipping up spirits
leering this and that way
through cigarette haze
hanging in the mirror
rub swollen eyes till the images gets cleearer to you
Bijoupicture your granny all drunk with pearls
chipped nail polish
going home with girls
what's good for on the loose is bad for Ann Landers
sexual partners
or innoncent bystanders
in this milieu
Bijounow picture if you will your sister in a cell
decadent
dangerous
dirty as hell
she knew all the crooks by the looks on their faces
she knows all the freaks on a first name basis
ooh
Bijounow who here remembers the minister's daughter?
scalded in bed
with boiling holy water
she bathed in gin
and she showered in tonic
the dad said she's crazy
the priest said demonic
Eve drank the cider and we all went to hell
but we took great advantage of the fresh clientele
now
get in you
Bijouno where is her man was he killed in a war?
was he stolen away
by some old senoré?
was he lost in a bet
with Miston Get?
busted clean
in bed with Josephine
in flagrante delicto
with Juliet Greco
and did she know Bardot?
and did she make him hard, no?
Bijouyou've all got your theories as to why she's out alone
did you ever stop to think that it's no fun at home
maybe it's empty
maybe it's cold
or maybe the memories start to take hold
or maybe there's a man there
snoring in a stuffed chair
sitting in his underwear
collecting mold
he's too dumb to talk
he's too drunk to suck
he's too lame to appreciate a well roasted duck
and that's tragic i assure you
Bijounow here is mother earth with rings on every finger
stare into the photo
see the perfume linger
see her in her sable
at the café table
is she drinking white wine
and having a good time?
genstures dramatic
look emphatic
that velvet hat is flat in someone's attic
i don't find the rumpled nylons sad
your aunt in Van Nuys wishes she had it this bad
Bijouyeah this could be your autie if she'd only give an inch
but you Auntie doesn't budge cause she's nowhere near as French as
Bijou Po recommended
