Idiot kitty to New York City Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty Meet the munch for business lunch But your feet bleed under the table But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm She met Mr. Mike in '89 But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside But Suwannee Jo, You're dark and slow You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold You can take a woman's husband But you don't want to marry him You just want to hold him Nora Mable, behind your table Expensive knowledge from ten years of college But when it comes to livin', the book isn't written Your brain's under "M" in the library missing Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul (Nothing more important than following your soul)