Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman
When you’ve got palm notes as your main plan.
You had five lines,
Now you have four lines
Telling you things you don’t understand.
Those hand-job rubbings, what you’re lippin’
At your recent speech to Lipton fans.
It’s not the rubbing
That’s causing flubbing,
But after all, you’re just a scam.

Scan lines on hand—
It’s on your arm, you have two,
That’s how we’d cheat in grade two,
But we’d stopped that by fourth grade.
Stand by your hand
And tell those girls and their men—
Keep lippin’ all the junk you can.
Stand by your hand.

Scan lines on hand
And smoke those girls and their men—
Keep lippin’ all the bunk you can.
Scan lines on hand.