I'm a middle age hooker and I got broken heart,
I put on twenty pounds and I'm falling apart,
And I'm sweeping my tears off the blue-tile floor,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...

I got Buddha on chain embraced in Thai gold,
I got transvestite uncle who lives in Bangkok,
And I'm tired like [bad word] of this client from Rome,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...

My life is a [bad word] amok,
I got miles on my bumper, I'm 30 years old,
May be I should get married to this moron from Rome,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...