She was the first in a long line of cursed 
Sisters of Italian daughters, 
She lived unrehearsed 
And she drove her own hearse 
Into the cold Snake River waters 
 
Oh let’s do see her dance to the hills 
Like a ghost, 
And she's still bending the wills 
Of the man she adores 
 
She blows (?) 
When she blows her nose, 
But man, it can be so noisy 
 
She was the wild, wild rose 
Of Boise 
 
Ahaahaa 
Ahaahaa 
Ahaahaa 
 
She grew up alone 
Just outside my own home, 
She scrapped just to make a few bucks, 
Her hair [bad word] 
And her mouth starts to foam, 
She was the queen of the (?) 
She said she won't go, 
But she probably will, 
And she knows all the members of Built to Spill Just a bit too well 
 
She blows (?) 
When she blows her nose, 
But man, it can be so noisy 
 
She never chose 
To be the rose 
That grows 
In the land of potatoes 
 
Ahaahaa x 8