Drunk Divorced Floozie
(The Ballad of Diana Spencer)
She was a drunk divorced floozie She's just a jet set party girl It was a pitiful public display She won the female lottery She was a drunk divorced floozie She was a drunk dee-vorced flooz-ee
Goin' a hundred and twenty miles per hour
With her A-rab-play-boy-toy
Down by the Eiffel Tower
The driver just drank eight bottles of wine
Ain't seen her kids in a long, long time
Gone to meet her maker
That nobility crap
Don't stop the undertaker
Car catapulted into a concrete cave
She fell in with a bad crowd
Now she's in her grave
of unwarranted grief
A sure sign that
our emptiness is complete
No matter what you say
it wasn't no tragedy
And son you can't blame
the paparazzi
And she lived the fairy tale
Married big ears
But as princess she failed
She birthed him two heirs
to the throne
But she couldn't keep the
royal member happy at home
Gallivanting in France
She died in the backseat
Unzippin' Dodis pants
A buncha non-working rich pigs
So camera shy
They got drunk, drove fast & proceeded to die