Miss Peaches Wears An Iron Dress Lyrics

Miss Peaches wears an iron dress
And Sweet Pea likes bubbles
And if I had a scythe
I'd hack away at all her troubles
Short sellers under stress
While the S & P doubles
How long must he live
Amongst her ruins and her rubbles

Ooh come on there's a new Burma Shave
Ever since they told us we could recklessly misbehave
I've got chicken from a website
I've got chicken from a funnel
And every time we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai tunnel

I could be wrong about everything
But I've seen her bells and I've heard them ring
This time I'm in no position to say anything

Miss Peaches bakes a lizard pie
And Sweet Pea just cries
There's a million other things she'd rather have
Then one of those pies
Troubled teens want to die
And scoundrels tell lies
How long to know what kind of yeast
Is making your bread rise

Whoa oh I'm happy as a clam
Ever since I did the right thing and forgot who I am
The guy I used to work with
Became a prison whore
And ever since he got out
He wanna go back--back for more

I'm not asking for a reprieve
But it's quite a tangled web we weave
I'm not asking you to believe anything

If you ask her to dance
With a 'howdy do,'
When she makes your acquaintance
She always turns blue
She does not want to bleed
But she's falling in lead
And she's dancing two-step, tangle web