Raised to be a lady by the golden rule,
Alice was the spawn of a public school,
With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain,
And a simple case of «Mummy doesn't love me» blues.
Reality it seems was just a dream,
She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene,
But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen?
And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean.
All the young girls love Alice;
Tender young Alice, they say –
Come over and see me,
Come over and please me,
Alice, it's my turn today.
All the young girls love Alice,
Tender young Alice, they say –
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait till my husband's away.
Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart,
It's like acting in a movie when you've got the wrong part;
Getting your kicks in another girl's bed,
And it was only last Tuesday, they found you in the subway – dead.
All the young girls love Alice;
Tender young Alice, they say –
Come over and see me,
Come over and please me,
Alice, it's my turn today.
All the young girls love Alice,
Tender young Alice, they say –
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me?
Wait till my husband's away.