The lady got some awful news,
Bout someone she once knew,
She thought about it long and hard,
And wondered what to do...
Will I leave and face reporters,
And get paid well for my story,
Or stay and win Big Brother,
And bask in all the glory..
Ill talk on air like others would,
To tell how I am grieving,
My hair Ill tie in ribbons,
You can bet Ill not be leaving,
Now who can I now lean on...
Oh John and David Gest,
Ill quote some album covers,
The one I liked the best..
I then ask if its ok,
Not to tell the others.
John and David quite agree,
God love them just like mothers.
I tiptoe down the staircase,
An audience I might meet,
But the kitchen it is empty.
And I now feel defeat.
But yes someone appears there,
Our Tyf a pefect tool,
Shes soft and I can talk to her.
Some see her as a fool
Angie tells that David gone,
Tyf recoils in horror,
No one asks what David.
As Angie didnt bother.
Tyf then takes a wulky,
And screams and does a run,
Angie swears and mumbles,
And wonders what shes done..
Tyf then tells the others,
Who are angry at the joke,
They check on poor old David,
In his bed and have a poke..
Hes ok we can all relax,
He only needs a rest,
Now find that woman burn the witch,
And put her to the test...
Then Angie tells the story,
Its her David whos in heaven
Its Bowie who has left the room..
Not Gest so shes forgiven..
Now the witch has turned around,
Its Tyfanny their after,
With sticks and stones and shouts and jibes,
Could this be any dafter...