This track is about 7 minutes long. It starts with “I tear the wig from my scalp” and ends with “What poor unfortunate creature had to die.” This includes the confusion that happened when the wig fell off John’s head and the aftermath of the wardrobe malfunction.
First verse changes: “Suddenly I’m Miss Beehive 19… fif… [something inaudible] Until I wake up… In my own bed.”
Second verse changes: “Some girls they got natural ease. They wear it any way they please. And then I look up… From the way I am.”
While this pathetic little creature is sleeping, I’ll be taking all callers tonight. I can’t promise to give “fashion advice” per se, but I’ll do my best, little darlings. Be afraid, but not too afraid to ask….