I met her incognito all hunched over;
I can still recall that little hat she wore;
She was sobbin' at the toll booth in the twilight,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore;
The judge declared I'd pick my nose forever;
She said to me that Rolaids made her high;
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with no clothes on;
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.