Hey Emilie

If you hear hymns and waltzes in you head

And you haven't been out dancing since your daddy joined the dead

Don't let anyone tell you they can try to fix your head

Put on your ballroom gown, Emilie, instead

And of all the girls in all the topless bars in New Orleans

All they've got are ass and tits and that don't mean a thing

And the sound their money's making is exhausting and it stinks

Finish up your cocktail, Emilie

Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a freight train running through your head

Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a swarm of honey bees

Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a side of bacon sizzling

I went down to the desert on some pills with no name

The doctor couldn't tell me what they were and, man, ain't that a shame?

'Cause everybody needs something to take away the pain...