Nova Slum Goddess Composer(s): Edward Sanders; Steven Taylor; Ken Weaver Performer(s): The Fugs
Sherry ran away, come to live in the slums Her parents hired detectives, they were posing as bums Taking acid in a crash pad again Slum Goddess from the lower East Side Slum Goddess won't you please be my bride She organized a commune on Avenue A She swears the revolution's just a pamphlet away One Big Union with peacock feather dues Dope sex revolution pretty paisley hues Slum Goddess from the lower East Side Slum Goddess won't you please be my bride It was the summer of love, 1967 She said, come lie with me and we'll check into heaven There were 16 mattresses, a candle-wax floor And posters from the love-in on her day-glow door All the poets want to be with her, Sherry Dionysus wants to dance with her, Sherry All the pacifists want to love her, Sherry ooo Sherry Sherry Sherry ooo Sherry Sherry Sherry Slum Goddess from the lower East Side Slum Goddess won't you please be my bride She walks through the park, all the hippie hearts melt Her skirt's not much wider than a farrison belt She says history's no mystery Blast the past It's the hour of power for Blake's sunflower Slum Goddess from the lower East Side Slum Goddess won't you please be my bride Slum Goddess from the lower East Side I'm going to make her my bride
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