I remember it all very well lookin' back
it was the summer I turned eighteen
we lived in a one-room, run down shack
on the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
to say the least we were hard-pressed
when Mom spent every last penny we had
to buy me a dancin' dress
Momma washed and combed and curled my hair
then she painted my eyes and lips
and I stepped into the satin dancin' dress
it was split on the side clean up to my hips
It was red, velvet-trimmed, and to fit me good
and standin' back from the lookin' glass
was a woman
where a half grown kid had stood
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out then it's up to you
don't let me down,
your momma's gonna help you move uptown"
Momma dabbed a bit of perfume
on my neck and she kissed my cheek
and I saw the tears well up
in her troubled eyes when she started to speak
She looked at our pitiful shack and then
she looked at me and took a ragged breath
your Pa's run off, and I'm real sick
and the baby's gonna starve to death
She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
and I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
the toe of my high-heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else who was talkin'
askin', "Momma what do I do?"
"Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy
and they'll be nice to you"
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out then it's up to you
don't let me down,
your momma's gonna help you move uptown"
Well that was the last time I saw my momma
the night I left that rickety shack
'cause the welfare people came and took the baby
Momma died and I ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
and for me there was no way out
and it wasn't very long till I knew exactly
what my ma had been talkin' 'bout
I did what I had to do
but I made myself a solemn vow
that I was gonna be a lady someday
though I don't know when or how
I couldn't see spendin' the rest of my life
with my head hung down in shame
I might have been born just plain white trash
but Fancy was my name
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"
It wasn't very long a benevolent man
took me in off the street
and one week later I was pourin' his tea
in a five roomed hotel suite
Well I've charmed a king, a congressman
and an occasional aristocrat
and I've got me a Georgian mansion
and an elegant New York townhouse flat
now I ain't done bad
Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous
hypocrites who call me bad
and criticize Momma for turning me out
no matter how little we had
And though I hadn't had to worry about nothin'
in nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation
in my poor momma's voice ringin' in my ears
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down!
Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Lord forgive me for what I do,
but if you want out then it's up to you
don't let me down,
your momma's gonna help you move uptown"
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