I see you sittin there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folks that you know
Well, I hope you don't see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down
I know you think you're queen of the underground
But you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
You can send me flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
I see you sittin back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down
I know you think you're queen of the underground
But you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
You can send me flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down
I know you think you're queen of the underground
But you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
You can send me flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave