Do You Know What I'm Saying? - Wendy James

The past prima donna

in buttons and bells

Was speaking what’s left of her mind

as the audience rebels

Do you know what I’m saying?

The lights they were dimmed

the music by Strauss

She entered on rollerskates

fetchingly tousled

She dnced like an ambulance

Talked like a cartoon mouse

She took off her clothes

and it brought down the house

Do you know what I’m saying?

Do you know what I’m saying?

Why don’t you come when I call?

Do you know what I’m saying?

Can you still hear me at all?

The male counterpart: stupid, brutal and rich

Lies under the arm of the world like an itch

Do you know what I’m saying?

Because he is such an attractive young lout

Putting words in his mouth and then trying them out

It doesn’t much matter what they are about

So long as he has something nasty to spout

Do you know what I’m saying?

Boys will be boys

Blood must be spilt

And nothing like showbusiness was ever built

For letting your critical function wilt

Under the weight of your liberal guilt

Do you know what I’m saying?

He’s the genuine voice of his unlovely state

And the first to complain

When they start to investigate

Under his criminal past and his polythene skin

He’s blowing his lines with his cheeks sucked in Do you know what I’m saying?

Hush now… he has something special to say…

«Can you put your hands together this way?»

Do you know what I’m saying