Now, it was just like Frankie and Johnny

And it was just like Stagger Lee

Dolly Summers was a simple girl

From a mid-west family With a stucco home and her own Mustang

And a charge account at sears

She had everything that a girl could want

To live happy for the rest of her years But the thing that she wanted most of all

Was the thing that she had lost

To the arms of a downtown black jack hustler

By the name of Candy floss They'd slipped town on a late night train

Heading for the west

Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her mustang

With a piece between her breast If it seemed just like a movie

Or a night of bad TV

They should have had a picture of Dolly's face

As she drove across the country With daggers drawn for her fallen man

An venom in her heart

It was nearly dawn when she caught them up

Making out in a picnic park But the thing that shook her rigid

As she fumbled for her gun

Was the state of the man that she'd married once

And thought of as the only one And as she looked back on the chances

That she'd passed up at home

Well, she quietly dumped pistol in a ditch

And she headed home alone