She was a drunk, divorced floozie goin' a hundred and twenty miles an hour
With her A-rab-play-boy-toy down by the Eiffel Tower
The driver just had eight bottles of wine
Ain't seen her kids in a long, long time
She's just a jet-set party girl gone to meet her maker
That nobility crap don't stop the undertaker
And her car catapulted into a concrete cave
She fell in with a bad crowd, now she's in her grave
It was a pitiful public display of unwarranted grief
A sure sign that our emptiness is complete
No matter what you say it ain't no tragedy
And son, you can't blame the paparazzi
She won the female lottery and she lived the fairy tale
Married big ears but as princess she failed
Yeah, she birthed him two heirs to the throne
But she couldn't keep the royal member happy at home
She was a drunk divorced floozie gallivanting in France
She died in the backseat unzippin' Dodi's pants
A buncha non-working rich pigs so camera shy
They got drunk and proceeded to die
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie
She was a drunk divorced floozie