No one on the barge but the Susans and Clyde.
No one on the barge but the Susans and Clyde. They say, it's too pretty to be inside. With lotions and potions and bikinis galore. Who could ever ask for more? With conspiracy, a note on tape. Gone fishing, gotta escape!! With devilish glee, they partake of beer, lying in wait. Skiing, sunning, they know no work. Don't you just think they're a jerk!
Hanna Goodbar, 23 June 1992