Nova Slum Goddes - The Fugs

Sherry ran away, came to live in the slums

Her parents hired detectives, they were posing as bums

Her mother said «Sherry Sherry where have you been

Taking acid in a crash pad again?»

Slum Goddess from the lower East Side

Slum Goddess won’t you please be my bride

She organized a commune on Avenue A

She swears the revolution’s just a pamphlet away

One Big Union with peacock feather dues

Dope sex revolution pretty paisley hues

Slum Goddess from the lower East Side

Slum Goddess won’t you please be my bride

It was the summer of love, 1967

She said, come lie with me and we’ll check into heaven

There were 16 mattresses, a candle-wax floor

And posters from the love-in on her day-glow door

All the poets want to be with her, Sherry

Dionysus wants to dance with her, Sherry

All the pacifists want to love her, Sherry

Ooo Sherry Sherry Sherry

Ooo Sherry Sherry Sherry

Slum Goddess from the lower East Side

Slum Goddess won’t you please be my bride

She walks through the park, all the hippie hearts melt

Her skirt’s not much wider than a garrison belt

She says history’s no mystery

Blast the past

It’s the hour of power for Blake’s sunflower

Slum Goddess from the lower East Side

Slum Goddess won’t you please be my bride

Slum Goddess from the lower East Side

I’m going to make her my bride