queen of the underground

you're the queen of the underground, i met you sunday at the dalai lama's, you bought some pictures in those silk pyjamas, and you seemed like someone from another planet, with your eyes so jet and your lips so pomegranate, and the coiffure you wore was early rocket, you wet your hair then find the nearest socket, and your blondie boyfriend wore a studded collar, is that so he'll come when he hears you holler, back in the apple, high on the hog, you socialize with empty dialogue, they think you're clever, they think you're smart, you're so convincing when you play the part, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, went to your concert but the show was sold out, so i bought a program with a color foldout, in your padded shoulders you looked fantastic, it all seemed to say you were so iconoclastic, one little problem still puzzles me, ain't you a daughter of the bourgeoisie, i thought i saw you mending the sails, buying guerillawear at bloomingdale's, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the under, queen of the underground, you're the queen of the underground, you're the queen of the underground, you're the queen of the underground, you're the queen of the underground