Turning In Her Grave

Chorus

The say the grocer’s daughter

Was more than just a peach

And all the things we got from her

Are still so far out of reach

They say she was a pioneer

They say she was so brave

Even she would be all ears

And turning in her grave

 M8

You can have your cake

And you can eat it too

I have seen a stranger

Looking down at you

Some are better off

Some are plenty wise

And they remember Bernie Madoff

Some for his hands and some for his eyes

Verses

They are playing Chinese checkers

And a big red double decker

Swings around the avenue

It takes away all the hecklers

And anyone who has ever threatened her

Or disagreed with her point of view

She acts like a protester

Whose feelings are feeling better

But we are not out of the woods

She wants a pearl necklace

As she takes down his particulars

It happens when she’s not in the mood

You wouldn’t bet against her

Or an American investor

To get all the money back so soon

Give me the old revolver

With one less empty chamber

I’ll go howling to the moon