Severe Tire Damage: Diana

(Lyrics: Mark Manasse, Russ Haines, Steve Rubin, Music: traditional, to the tune of "Dayenu")


Much like the quatrains of Nostradamus, the verses of "Diana" take some interpreting. Because of the three line, eight syllable form, there's not much room for sloppy writing. Think of it as Rock and Roll haiku.

There's a lot of information and "in" jokes if you're an ardent Diana admirer. In fact, the only people who'll understand all of the verses without reading this explanation are also the ones who are likely to be "royally pissed" at it.

Poetic License Applied For.


Listen:

Cinderella's just a wish, your
Marriage loveless, royal issue
Can't send roses, only tissue
Diana

Regal figure, drop-by, dash in,
Children, land mines, AIDS, compassion
As a virtue or just fashion?
Diana

   Die, Diana (x3), Diana, Diana

Which one is your best admirer
Dodi, Charles, the sons you sire
Or the National Enquirer?
Diana

Conspiratorially speaking
Wedding Dodi's havoc wreaking
Careful of whose nose you're tweaking
Diana

People, Newsweek, cover shots, we
Crave your beauty, wealth, your thoughts, we
Hunt you down with paparazzi
Diana

   Die, Diana (x3), Diana, Diana

They (the cameras) watch how you dress,
You (the princess) hide from the press,
We (the public) love you to death
Diana

Enter tunnel at the red line
Fleeing journalistic deadline
Once again, a front page headline
Diana

(Mer)cedes speeding like a comet
Little princes lose their mom, it's
Bigger press than royal vomit
Diana

Lovely rings that Dodi's buying
(Newest lover, Harrod's scion)
Photo op of bloodstains drying
Diana

   Die, Diana (x3), Diana, Diana

Jackals of the press they fle-ed
Drinking driver, too much spe-ed
Char-i-ots of Fire, inde-ed
Diana

Inbred royals always bicker
Wish the funeral was quicker
Driver couldn't hold his liquor
Diana

If tabloid news has caused your death, then
We commend your soul to heaven
Grisly photos at eleven
Diana

Hollywood's on your bandwagon
Blame press for chauffeur's zigzaggin'
Blood tests showed he'd drunk a flagon
Diana

Endless footage on the TV
Making everybody greedy
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Diana

   Die, Diana (x3), Diana, Diana
   Die, Diana (x3), Diana, Diana

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