Miranda - Phil Ochs

Do you have a problem

Would you like someone to solve them

Would you like someone to share in your misery?

Now, I don’t know the answer

But I know a flamenco dancer

Who will dance for you if you will dance for me

Her name’s Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

Early Sunday morning

When the sermon lines are forming

And Saturday night is the memories that it gave

She’s busy in the pantry

Far away from Elmer Gantry

Who is busy baking souls that he may save

Everybody’s soul but Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

The dice of death are calling

While the truck of time is falling

By the thumb stuck out on the highway of the years

The tollgate at the turnpike

Is ignored by those who hitch-hike

And the Howard Johnson food is made of fear

But not Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

The sun burnt skin is peeling

On the doctors who are healing

And the license plates are laughing on the car

The pain is so exciting

And everyone’s inviting

You to look upon their operation scars

But not Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

The condiments are clashing

While commercial planes are crashing

And the music of the evening is so sweet

Now fully in agreement

Oh, their feet have found the cement

And they all believe the signs are on the street

Her name’s Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

In the bar we’re gin and scotching

While the FBI is watching

They are tape recording every other word

The bartender is bleeding

Pardon me, I just was leaving

As another clever voice repeats absurd

But not Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

Do you have a problem

Would you like someone to solve them

Would you like someone to share in your misery?

Now, I don’t know the answer, but I know a flamenco dancer

Who will dance for you if you will dance for me

Her name’s Miranda

She’s a Rudolph Valentino fan

And she doesn’t claim to understand

She bakes brownies for the boys in the band