Miss Peaches Wears an Iron Dress - Electric Six

Miss Peaches wears an iron dress

And Sweet Pea likes bubbles

And if I had a scythe

I’d hack away at all her troubles

Short sellers under stress

While the S & P doubles

How long must he live

Amongst her ruins and her rubbles

Ooh come on there’s a new Burma Shave

Ever since they told us we could recklessly misbehave

I’ve got chicken from a website

I’ve got chicken from a funnel

And every time we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai tunnel

I could be wrong about everything

But I’ve seen her bells and I’ve heard them ring

This time I’m in no position to say anything

Miss Peaches bakes a lizard pie

And Sweet Pea just cries

There’s a million other things she’d rather have

Then one of those pies

Troubled teens want to die

And scoundrels tell lies

How long to know what kind of yeast

Is making your bread rise

Whoa oh I’m happy as a clam

Ever since I did the right thing and forgot who I am

The guy I used to work with

Became a prison whore

And ever since he got out

He wanna go back--back for more

I’m not asking for a reprieve

But it’s quite a tangled web we weave

I’m not asking you to believe anything

If you ask her to dance

With a 'howdy do,'

When she makes your acquaintance

She always turns blue

She does not want to bleed

But she’s falling in lead

And she’s dancing two-step, tangle web