Madam Mamieux
(John Raymond Pollard)
2004-09-13

Life turns down a steep and bleaker street.
There is something you must do.
Light a candle. Turn 'round to your right,
And tonight see Madam Mamieux, Madam Mamieux.

Enter where the air is thick and
Sweet with incense smoky plume.
She'll shake bones, moan, and groan for you.
Crystal ball shows forceps to tomb. Madam Mamieux.

She can call the dear departed, broken hearted too.
Her clairvoyance ends annoyance. Let her do it for you.

Politics of lies can make you sick
Hypocrites rule the roost
Watch out for the smarmy moralist
Full-of-tricks. They don't amuse Madam Mamieux.

It's no use to feel downtrodden,
Feel unloved or too abused.
Find the gypsy. Let the cards tell all.
Future calls: with skies ever blue. Madam Mamieux.

She's got lovin' from the coven; she's got gypsy stew.
If paprika's what you're seekin' she'll make it spicy for you.

Life turns down a steep and bleaker street.
There is something you must do.
Light a candle. Turn 'round to your right,
And tonight see Madam Mamieux. Madam Mamieux…