Little miss Emily died smiling in a field of mushrooms
She was so happy when she went
It doesn't matter that you are intelligent
There's no way that you can know
Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!
And I would die to do business with
The powers that determine how we end
They said she was destined to rule the universe
But now she sweeps the salon floor
She lived in a corner and never thought she'd want to come out
And then she comes out with a bang
Yes she comes out with a bang!
And there are people who say that things stand written anyway
That lines are straight and can't be bent oh no
It doesn't matter cos they only represent
Less than three percent
Couldn't believe it when they asked him to be supporting man
Yes their supporting bloke!
Would he have gone elsewhere if he'd known that he and his guitar
That day would go up in smoke- yes strangely coloured smoke...
Isn't it funny the way that things turn out!
And I would die to do business with
The powers that determine how we end