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| Here's a song the very sweet and talented Reverend Tom wrote about yours truly. Maybe it sounds like Tom is being kind've mean about me here, but a lot of these lines are things I've actually said in conversation or in my emails to Tom! He really captured my essence here, as depressing as that is to admit. I think this song is much prettier than anything Lou Reed ever wrote. Hopefully some great band will steal these lyrics and use them to immortalize me in a hit pop song. |
Ursula says, "Look at me now!
Give those eyes a feast while
I'm still young and pretty.
A girl's glory fades much faster
than a guy's.
He's handsome at fifty; I'll
be old when I'm thirty.
"Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
"And this sick girl's glory is in rapid transit."
Ursula says, "I'm such a sicky!
Pick a day of the week and I'll
name a disease.
If it's Monday it's measles;
if it's Sunday it's scurvy.
Whose body is this? Hack cough
gag and wheeze!
"Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
"And this sick girl's glory is in rapid transit."
"Whose body is this?" Ursula
says.
"It sure ain't mine; I'm supposed
to be a chick.
Who gave it to me? Was it you,
God?
You fucking bastard, you can
suck my dick!
"Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
Sic transit gloria Ursula!
"Carpe that diem, 'cause tempus
is fugitin'!"
"Ursula Says" copyright © 1998-99 by Tom Hartley
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