When you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won’t see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down, little Suzie, take me down.
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding.
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.
When you’re sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day.
Well I’ll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another whore to take my pain away.
Take me down, little Suzie, take me down,
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding,
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.
Take me down little Suzie, take me down,
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the U. S. mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding,
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.
I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.