Queen of the Underground Michael Franks

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