There's a made-for-TV movie about Lucille Ball tonight
If you really wanna watch it,
I guess that'd be all right with me
Well I hear he used to beat her
Like she was a conga drum
And they always slept in separate beds
But somehow they had a son
The neighbors were vaudevillians
And the laughs came from a can
Even though the club was hoppin'
'twas the pills that she was poppin' that did her in.
Or maybe it was different
You know my facts aren't always straight
But they'd never make a movie
If everything was great
Because happiness is boring
It's always black and white
The good times never last
The chocolates move too fast
For us all
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