Woman in Tan

Standing, standing, standing
Everywhere I look
Waiting at the bus stop
(perhaps you are a cook)

Waiting for your husband
He'll give you a ride
You're such a beastly woman,
Yet he took you as a bride

You look so bloody British,
Like the Queen, but wearing tan
Somewhere deep inside, I'm sure that
Once, you were a man

You're not from California
You must be from afar
Or did somebody free you
From that ooey, gooey tar?

You're truly prehistoric,
But I'm sure you're rather nice
And if you will permit me,
I'll give you some advice-

When it comes to fashion, dear,
You're really quite a bore,
That jacket came from K-Mart
Circa 1984

That jacket is the reason
I'm sure that you're a man
No self-respecting girl
Would wear a jacket colored tan