The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
First release by: Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



The morning sun touched lightly on 
The eyes of Lucy Jordan 
In her white suburban bedroom 
In a white suburban town 
As she lay there 'neath the covers 
Dreaming of a thousand lovers 
Till the world turned to orange 
And the room went spinning 'round

At the age of thirty-seven 
She realized she'd never ride 
Through Paris in a sports car 
With the warm wind in her hair 
So she let the phone keep ringing 
As she sat there, softly singing 
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized 
In her daddy's easy chair

Her husband is off to work 
And the kids are off to school 
And there were, oh, so many ways 
For her to spend the day 
She could clean the house for hours 
Or rearrange the flowers 
Or run naked through the shady streets 
Screaming all the way! 

At the age of thirty-seven 
She realized she'd never ride 
Through Paris in a sports car 
With the warm wind in her hair 
So she let the phone keep ringing 
As she sat there, softly singing 
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized 
In her daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on 
The eyes of Lucy Jordan 
On the roof top, where she climbed 
When all the laughter grew too loud 
And she bowed and curtsied to the man 
Who reached and offered her his hand 
And he led her down to the long white car 
That waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty-seven 
She knew she'd found forever
As she rolled along through Paris 
With the warm wind in her hair