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