Well, when you’re sitting there,
In your silk upholstered chair.
Talking to some rich folks that you know,
Well I hope you won’t see me.
In my ragged company,
You know I could never be alone.

Take me down little Susie, take me down,
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flower by the mail.
Send me dead flowers to my wedding,
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.

Well, you’re sitting back,
In your pink Cadillac.
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day,
I’ll be in my basement room.
With a needle and a spoon,
And another whore can take my pain away.

Take me down little Susie, take me down,
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flower by the mail.
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.

Take me down little Susie, take me down,
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flower by the US mail.
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding,
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.
No I won’t forget to put roses on your grave.