Now the dancing queen

Her dress with gold hearts

And an orange rose Bush on her head

Arrives at the station

She is getting her first drink

As she thinks it will be her last

Then undressed her coats at the bar

Now in a golden bralette

She looks ready to dance

And then the chicken arrives

He is holding the soup of life

The lights got orange

The music got soft

Suddenly the sprinkler system opened

And tangerines juice began spraying

Eighteen cats appeared on the scene

But this was no crime

Someone had flipped the switch again

Another mini storm

Yet again.