My hair was permed, it had a glorious sheen,
I drove to the shops in my limousine.
“Just wait a few moment James,” said I,
“A few fur coats I am going to buy.”
“Some evening gowns, also, I must choose”
“And of course James, a dozen pairs of elegant shoes.”
“Yes ma’am,” said he, with such a gracious air,
As though I were the wife of a millionaire.
What a life to live with lots of dough,
Due to the efforts of Poor Old Joe.
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