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 iconclastic
 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