Pean to the mixed-up, pilled-out characters that populated the Dolls' NYC music world of the pre-punk 70s. Includes the classic singalong line "And…you're…a….prima ballerina on a spring afternoon (whistle)/Change on into the wolfman/Howlin at the moon (aWHOOOO)"
Well we can't take it this week
And her friends don't want another speech
Hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say