Flaming Agnes

Oh, that pompous, pompous, pompous
 Pompous ass!
 Now's the time for that hat
 The one I've been savin' for all these years
 An eighty-five-dollar hat
 What do you think of that?
 Thirteen feathers of a pigeon family
 And a bird-of-paradise plume
 I hid this hat
 For four whole years
 In this great big box
 At the foot of the bed
 Right here in this very same room
 But now, my spouse
 It's out of the box
 And I'm gonna tell you what
 If I am going to go to pot
 This pot is gonna be hot
 Say
 Who's that racy middle aged lady
 Geekin' underneath her veil?
 Why, don't you know?
 That's flaming Agnes
 Her husband up and left her
 Who's that pale, available matron
 Underneath the peacock's tail?
 Why, can't you guess?
 That's flaming Agnes
 Emancipated lady
 Used to find her sittin' in the kitchen
 "Mousy housewife" was her name
 But the day her husband up and left her
 Agnes started to flame
 Now they say that nothin' can save her
 And they blame her husband for
 The blazin' shame
 Of flaming Agnes
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 Flirtin' with the fellas
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 Used to find her tendin' to the kiddies
 Up to here in Cream of Wheat
 But the day her husband up and left her
 That's the day that Agnes turned the heat on
 Now she flames
 From night till early morning
 While he slaves to raise alimony
 He must pay
 To flaming Agnes