Dan Bern | Baby Got a New Drug

She wants us to go to Paris
And sit in the cramped cafés
She must think I’m made of money
She must think I got a raise
Does she think that Donald Trump called
Does she think at all?

Baby got a drug, got a drug
Got a new drug
Baby got a new drug
Something to take when it rains
She got a drug, got a drug
Got a new drug
Baby got a new drug
Something to take when it rains
Something to stick in her veins
She got a new drug

She wants me to walk on all fours
And bark like a Doberman
She wants me to have an accent
But I’m an American
Does she want to be on fire?
Does she want to be?

You never see her dressed in anything but black
In preparation for the day she dies
In preparation for the day she dies
She only eats spaghetti
And then only if it’s cooked for no more than a minute
Or she throws it out and orders out for coca cola and french fries

She hasn’t moved for some time now
She sits halfway up the stairs
She says that she won’t go outside
There’s not enough mirrors there
She thinks she’s the Virgin Mary
I think she is too

(lyrics: Dan Bern)