Idiot kitty to New York City   Living in a kennel and lookin' big and pretty   Meet the munch for business lunch   But your feet bleed under the table      But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow   You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts   You smell like liquor and you're high as a hawk   You laugh to yourself but you talk like a rock      Scaredy Kate, back in the Haight   Doesn't answer the phone and eats like a tapeworm   She met Mr. Mike in '89   But she's a hundred pounds heavier and won't go outside      But Suwannee Jo, you're dark and slow   You dance with a broom and you're filled with ghosts   Suwannee Jo, strange beautiful gold,   You can take a woman's husband   but you don't want to marry him   You just want to hold him      Nora Mable, behind your table   Expensive knowledge from ten years of college   But when it comes to livin' the book isn't written   Your brain's under "M" in the library missing      Suwannee Jo, you follow your soul   (Nothing more important than following your soul.)