Slum Goddess

The Fugs

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    Sherry ran away, come to live in the slums
    Her parents hired detectives, they were posing as bums
    Taking acid in a crash pad again

    Slum goddess from the lower east side
    Slum goddess won't you please be my bride

    She organized a commune on avenue a
    She swears the revolution's just a pamphlet away
    One big union with peacock feather dues
    Dope sex revolution pretty paisley hues

    Slum goddess from the lower east side
    Slum goddess won't you please be my bride

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    It was the summer of love, 1967
    She said, come lie with me and we'll check into heaven
    There were 16 mattresses, a candle-wax floor
    And posters from the love-in on her day-glow door
    All the poets want to be with her, sherry
    Dionysus wants to dance with her, sherry
    All the pacifists want to love her, sherry

    Ooo sherry sherry sherry
    Ooo sherry sherry sherry

    Slum goddess from the lower east side
    Slum goddess won't you please be my bride

    She walks through the park, all the hippie hearts melt
    Her skirt's not much wider than a farrison belt
    She says history's no mystery
    Blast the past
    It's the hour of power for blake's sunflower

    Slum goddess from the lower east side
    Slum goddess won't you please be my bride
    Slum goddess from the lower east side
    I'm going to make her my bride

    Song details

    Composition: Ken Weaver

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