Imelda

She's going shopping, shopping for shoes She want 'em in magenta and Caribbean blue Platinum and buttercup, lilac and black They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back Imelda, baby Imelda, baby, what to do? All the poor people saying That they got to quit paying for you In New York and Paris, on the Champs Elysee They see her coming from a long, long way Yeah, they clap their hands together When they get her in the store Oh, she's gonna want to get more, more, more And more, and more Imelda, baby Imelda, baby, what to do? All the poor people saying That they got to quit paying for you Everyone's gone Jackie-O She was a regular here We thought Madame would like to know We've got the blood red rouge right here Now, we've got all of Madame's requisites And all in Madame's size Madame's taste is truly exquisite, she must accessorize Yeah, the belts are alligator, the bags are kangaroo Enchante may I say, the jade was made for you Imelda, baby Imelda, baby, what to do? All the poor people saying That they got to quit paying for you Yeah, all the poor people saying They got to quit paying for you Imelda, baby Imelda, baby, what to do? All the poor people saying That they got to quit paying for you Yeah, all the poor people saying That they got to quit paying for you