Amelia, Amelia Earhart,
after her plane was torn apart
and bursting through the trees
She remembered picking lemons
with William Randolph Hearst
and how a spinning plane propeller
turned liquid in the sun
And as the cockpit burned,
her hair filled with sparks,
but when the glass exploded in,
everything went dark.
Interlude
Amelia, Amelia Earhart,
after her plane was torn apart
and bursting through the trees
She remembered sipping consomme'
with William Howard Taft
and a boy with perfect skin
who smelled like mustard gas
And as the cockpit burned,
she couldn't help but smile,
recalling a dancing bear
she'd seen as a child
Outro