| Song | Otis and Marlena |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Travelogue |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| Marlena under foster grants | |
| She's undercover from the dawns advance | |
| That girl is travel-drained | |
| And the neon mercury vapor stained | |
| Miami sky | |
| It's red as meat | |
| It's a cheap pink rose | |
| Otis in the driver's seat | |
| Watches the street lights fade away | |
| On louvered blocks in green sea air | |
| In fluorescent fossil yards | |
| Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs | |
| Freckled hands are shuffling cards | |
| They've come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims stick up washington ... | |
| Otis empties out the trunk | |
| On the steps of that celebrated dump | |
| Sleazing by the sea | |
| Bow down to her royal travesty-- | |
| In her ballrooms heads of state-- | |
| In her bedrooms rented girls-- | |
| Always the grand parades of cellulite | |
| Jiggling to her golden pools | |
| Through flock and cupid colonnades | |
| They jiggle into surgery | |
| Hopefully beneath the blade | |
| They dream of golden beauty ... | |
| They've come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims stick up washington ... | |
| Marlena, white as stretcher sheet | |
| Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony | |
| Like it's her opera box | |
| All those pagliacci summer frocks | |
| Otis is fiddling with the tv dial | |
| All he gets are cartoons and reruns | |
| She taps her glass with an emery file | |
| Watching three rings in the sun | |
| The golden dive, the fatted flake | |
| And sizzle in the mink oil | |
| It's all a dream | |
| She has awake | |
| Checked into miami royal | |
| Where they've come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims hold up washington ... | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| Marlena under foster grants | |
| She' s undercover from the dawns advance | |
| That girl is traveldrained | |
| And the neon mercury vapor stained | |
| Miami sky | |
| It' s red as meat | |
| It' s a cheap pink rose | |
| Otis in the driver' s seat | |
| Watches the street lights fade away | |
| On louvered blocks in green sea air | |
| In fluorescent fossil yards | |
| Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs | |
| Freckled hands are shuffling cards | |
| They' ve come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims stick up washington ... | |
| Otis empties out the trunk | |
| On the steps of that celebrated dump | |
| Sleazing by the sea | |
| Bow down to her royal travesty | |
| In her ballrooms heads of state | |
| In her bedrooms rented girls | |
| Always the grand parades of cellulite | |
| Jiggling to her golden pools | |
| Through flock and cupid colonnades | |
| They jiggle into surgery | |
| Hopefully beneath the blade | |
| They dream of golden beauty ... | |
| They' ve come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims stick up washington ... | |
| Marlena, white as stretcher sheet | |
| Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony | |
| Like it' s her opera box | |
| All those pagliacci summer frocks | |
| Otis is fiddling with the tv dial | |
| All he gets are cartoons and reruns | |
| She taps her glass with an emery file | |
| Watching three rings in the sun | |
| The golden dive, the fatted flake | |
| And sizzle in the mink oil | |
| It' s all a dream | |
| She has awake | |
| Checked into miami royal | |
| Where they' ve come for fun and sun | |
| While muslims hold up washington ... | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on | |
| Dream on |