Lyrics
A Pandy Fackler was a working girl
Living alone in another world
Of picket fences and a white façade
Sucking dicks under the Promenade
She was almost in a coma
From doing the bossa nova
And the funky cold Medina
Man, I wish you could have seen her
Poor little Pandy is doing the best she can
Eating cotton candy from the garbage can
First to come and the last to go
I met her backstage after the second show
Two lonely people on a summer night
We weren't in love, but it was still alright
I held her close, and she squeezed me tight, my Pandy
