Is it all in that pretty little head of yours That goes on in that place in the dark? Well, I used to know a girl and I could have sworn That her name was Veronica Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own And a delicate look in her eyes These days I'm afraid she's not even sure If her name was Veronica She used to boast her waist and hands and eyes Veronica's kind of hiding All the times she laughs and moans and shouts Her name is beautiful Veronica Veronica Veronica In the days that fighted the famous wave Did he roam down the town all the while? Will you wake from your dream where the wolf at the door Reaching out for Veronica? Well, it was all sixty-five years ago When the world was the street where she lived And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea With a picture of Veronica On the Empress of India And as she closed her eyes upon the world And picked upon the bones of last week's news Did he spoke his name out loud again? Did he suppose her waist and hands and eyes Veronica's kind of hiding All the times she laughs and moans and shouts Her name is beautiful Veronica Veronica Veronica sits in her favorite chair She sits very quiet and still And they call her a name that they never get right And if they don't then nobody else will But she used to have a carefree mind of her own To the devilish look in her eye Saying you can call me anything you like But my name is Veronica Did he suppose her waist and hands and eyes Veronica's kind of hiding All the times she laughs and moans and shouts Her name is beautiful Veronica Veronica Veronica