| Ophelia was a bride of god | |
| A novice Carmelite | |
| In sister cells the cloister bells | |
| Tolled on her wedding night | |
| Ophelia was a rebel girl | |
| A blue stocking suffragette | |
| Who remedied society | |
| Between her cigarettes | |
| Ophelia was a sweetheart | |
| To the nation over night | |
| Curvaceous thighs | |
| Vivacious eyes | |
| Love was at first sight... | |
| Ophelia was a demigoddess | |
| In pre war Babylon | |
| So statuesque a silhouette | |
| In black satin evening gowns | |
| Ophelia was the mistress to a | |
| Vegas gambling man | |
| Signora Ophelia Maraschina | |
| Mafia courtesan | |
| Ophelia was a circus queen | |
| The female cannonball | |
| Projected through five flaming hoops | |
| To wild and shocked applause... | |
| Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone | |
| A god damned hurricane | |
| Your common sense | |
| Your best defense | |
| Lay wasted and in vain | |
| Ophelia'd know your every woe | |
| And pain you'd ever had | |
| She'd sympathize | |
| And dry your eyes | |
| And help you to forget... | |
| Ophelia's mind went wandering | |
| You'd wonder where she'd gone | |
| Through secret doors | |
| Down corridors | |
| She'd wander them alone | |
| All alone... |