Somebody stop her The lifter The runner The girl with the gold in her mouth
They caught her at london Waterloo station Strung up on a ferris wheel
She used to lose pageants "Pick of the litter" The newspapers screamed from their racks Pictures at seven, nine-teen eighty-somethin The waltz on her father's shoes
No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen
But I really knew her In an after-pub-closing way Falling down, crawling drunk laughing like children with sugared up gullets I rue this day
No more losing the war, karen Oh karen..
No more losing the war
You got me all frustrated In an old fashioned way
Easy does it rider I've had a long, long day
No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen
