She's there on Sunset Boulevard
and awaiting the night-time stars.
The young men in fast motorcars
for her, find, no longer slow.
She'd caught the film-camera's eye
and those of youths she strolled-by,
but now it is she gives a sigh:
"Starry-eyes come see this show."
Sandwhiched 'tween two matresses,
find the keen-as-mustard cold
still left the man dead meat.
Ah yes, he sure was old.
How he used lady Ling.
Just his dancing puppet
with a G-string.