Poor Little Rich Girl Songtext
von Dee Dee King

Don′t take away her whiskey
Don't take away her rye
She′ll show her fangs
And spit in your eye
Poor little rich girl
A hopeless case
Everything she does
Is in bad taste
You can find her on her favorite bar stool
Drinking with the guys
An old drunken fool
She goes to the local five and dime
To buy her make-up and drink her wine
Oh, she's a poor little rich girl
A run in her stockings
A lopsided wig


She laughs to herself
As she takes another swig
The story goes on
She couldn't get worse
This chick keeps a bottle in her purse
Oh, she′s a poor little rich girl
Poor little rich girl
What a waste
To her society friends
The girl′s a disgrace
She's devil-may-care
She′s laissez-faire
An out of control miserable millionaire
So take some advice from Dee Dee King
Money can't buy you everything
Oh, she′s a poor little rich girl see less