I've never had a penchant for the life
of rock and roll and rolling joints and drink;
I've always been a good and quiet wife
existing well beyond that bloody brink.
But sometimes, when I'm standing at the sink,
I dream a little dream of LSD
and wonder what the groupie types might think
if I could shed this domesticity.
The fact that I can't play guitar could be
a little stumbling block, but I could learn --
I'd let the big blond surfies in for free
and maybe Johnny Depp would take a turn...
It's dinner time, there's casserole to plate,
so leather pants and orgies have to wait.