[Verse 1]

Pandy Fackler was a working girl

Living alone in another world

Of picket fences and a white façade

Sucking dicks under the promenade

She was almost in a coma - from doing the Bossanova

And the Funky Cold Medina - man, I wish you coulda seen her

[Verse 2]

Poor little Pandy is doing the best she can

Eating cotton candy from the garbage can

First to come and the last to go

I met her backstage after the second show

Two lonely people on a summer night

We weren't in love but it was still alright

I held her close and she squeezed me tight, my Pandy

[Instrumental Outro]