Betsy dupree floated in black water In a big old innertube Orange lipstick on her A floppy hat, sunglasses too Long cigarette holder She looked like a party Betsy dupree had a thorn bush for a christmas tree
She grazed its tips with gumdrops For all the kids you see Betsy dupree could not take it when her husband cheated On her She went crazy on her youngest son He look just like his father Betsy dupree took her life She was one of those fancy social types Lord, let me be free From that kind of jealousy That killed old betsy dupree
