Well, I remember it all very wellLooking back, it was the summer I turned 18We lived in a one-room runDown the shack on the outskirts of New OrleansWe didn't have money for food or rentTo say the least, we were hard-pressedAnd Mama spent every last pennyWe had to buy me a dancing dressWell, Mama washed and combed and curled my hairAnd then she painted my eyes and livedThen I stepped into a satin dancing dressI had a split from the side, cleaned up to my heelIt was red velvet trimming and it fit me goodStanding back from the looking glassThere stood a woman wore a half-grown kidIt stoodShe said, here's your one chance, fancyDon't let me downShe said, here's your one chanceFancy, don't let me downMama died a little bit of perfume on my neckThen she kissed my cheekAnd then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyesAs she started to speakShe looked at her pitiful shackAnd then she looked at me and took a ragged breathShe said, your paws run off and I'm real sickAnd the baby's gonna starve to deathShe handed me a heart she'd block if they said to thineOh, don't you cry, don't you cryNo, don't you cryAnd I shivered as I watched her roachCrawl across the toe of my high-heeled shoeIt sounded like somebody else was talkingAsking, Mama, what do I do?She said, just be nice to the gentleman, fancyThey'll be nice to youShe said, here's your one chance, fancyDon't let me downHere's your one chance, fancyDon't let me downLord, forgive me for what I doBut if you want me to stayWell now when it's up to youNow don't let me downNow your mama's gonna look you up, SamWell that was the last time I saw my mamaAnd I left that rickety shackThe welfare people came and took the babyMama died and I ain't been backBut the wheels of fateStarted to turn and for meThere was no way outWasn't very long till I knew exactlyWhat my mama been talking aboutI knew what I had to doWhen I made myself this all aboutI was gonna be a lady somedayThough I didn't know when or howBut I couldn't see spending the rest of my lifeWith my head hung down in shameYou know I might have been bornJust plain white trashBut fancy was my nameShe said here's your one chanceFancy don't let me downShe said here's your one chanceFancy don't let me downBut long after a benevolent manTook me in and off the streetsOne week later I was bornAs tea in a five room hotel suiteYes you wereI charmed a king, a congressmanAnd an occasion on the restocratAnd then I got me a Georgia mansionIn an elegant New York townhouseWhen I ain't been backShe ain't been backShe ain't been backShe ain't been backShe ain't been backNow in this worldThere's a lot of self-righteousHypocrites that call me badAnd criticize mama for turning me outNo matter how little we've hadBut though I ain't had to worryAbout nothing for nowOh, fifteen yearsWell I can still hear the desperationIn my poor mama's voiceRinging in my earsHere's your one chanceFancy don't let me downOh, fifteen yearsOh, here's your one chanceFancy don't let me downOh, forgive me for what I doBut if you won't have what it's up to youNow don't let me down, honeyMama's gonna move you uptownOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess she didOh, I guess sheOh, I guess she didOh oh oh oh, oh oh ohOoh oh oh oh, oh oh ohOoh YoutubeBe sure to watch laterTo everything we've discussedThank you.