The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane

She said, "Carl, take all the money"
She called everybody "Carl"
My spirit's broke, my mind's a joke
And getting up's real hard

Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Selling Bibles in the airports
Buying Quaaludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about a paper route
She's a shut-in without a home

Oh, God save her, please
She's nailed her knees to some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr. Brown, turn the volume down
I believe this evening's shot

Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
Can't you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all?
In the Hotel Boulderado at the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials, we'd all be on TV

Don't you know her when you see her?
She grew up in your backyard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard

Come on home, Barbara