J Howard Marshall

A blond out of nothing
You wanted to find her
Your money for loving
Some peace and some time dear
Let’s say you got cheated
You fond dying old man
Your trousers were pleated
Pitched tent at the waistband
She was digging for gold
You gave her a shovel
Pneumatic, American, cleavage and trouble
Circus and spectacle dishy accent
Neck ties and road kill and car accidents
All she wanted was peace
All she wanted was love
All she wanted was fame
With a fist and a glove
Anna Nicole, Anna Nicole, Anna Nicole
Girl your tits have grown cold
Now we wait for the daughter
Her chances ain’t great
To inherit your empire of greed, lust and fate
Everyone gasped another fool on the line
Your kin over passed
Stupid, deaf, dumb, and blind
Now the devil is known
To play tricks with your purses
Beware of that bastard his wishes and curses
Sonny he got his and the girl’s getting yours
Found dead in a hotel
With your pills and your pearls