Dollywood

Another prostitute on Concrete & John

Soon to be debutante in light pink chiffon

We picked up matchsticks as the stars fell like snow

We ripped-off Sukpatch off of French radio

Another year comes by and passes round / the same old faces and the same old crowds

No more excuses / stop / there goes my Dollywood dream

We met Debbie Gibson and her new bugle-boy

We saw girls wearing sweatshirts that read Siegfried & Roy

She wore white knee-highs and maroon patent shoes

Took a palm tree snap-shot as we left Malibu

Another year comes by and passes round / the same old faces and the same old crowds

No more excuses / stop / there goes my Dollywood dream