Evangeline

By Jim Carroll and Wayne Woods Evangeline My first lady, She wears satin gloves Since her hands got dirty She travels here She travels there . . . She's on the "A" list Everywhere I can't take it anymore If she calls back, Tell her I went uptown to the downtown store Evangeline With her lips like curtains, But you best know And it's for certain With all her monies You and I got none She's got a satin pillow Covering her pearly gun