Dorothy Parker's Hair

Of all the theatre critics
Dorothy was the worst
She could be most sarcastic
And cruel and perverse
If she were alive
She’d be a friend of mine
Dorothy Parker’s hair was
Dark and listless
Just like my hippy brother Chris'
If she was pessimistic
She was the humorous kind
She wrote sad short stories
With the funniest lines
If she were alive
She’d be a friend of mine
Dorothy Parker’s hair was
Dark and listless
Just like my hippy brother Chris'
La la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la
Up in the old Algonquin
Talking verse and in rhyme
Drinking around the table
Every lunch time
If she were alive
She’d be a friend of mine
Dorothy Parker’s hair was
Dark and listless
Just like my hippy brother
Dorothy Parker’s hair was
Dark and listless
Just like my hippy brother Chris'
La la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la