Everything She had an afroceltic fire and a philosofic trill She had the muscles of a giant with a delicate skill She had the softness of a mama And the kindness of a granny She was yelling like Brown James Joyce Donkey Daddy Now you may think the queen was some doctrinial fool Or like a monkey doing tricks around a touristic crew I\'d say a This here character was nothing like that I think the forces of this planet all were bound in this cat I said: Hey My life is OK