[LUCY]
My grandmother dreamed a Technicolor dream
Of a noble young prince on a charger
Who would claim her as his bride
And away they would ride
Where the view of life was larger

But the girls have changed since Grandma's day
When the fellows were honest and thrifty
Now a girl desires a guy who is lovable but sly
With a point of view that's shifty
Such a man she considers just nifty

I want a hero
Who's a cross between Lothario and Nero
A hard-boiled guy with a twinkle in his eye
And a pulse that never rises over zero

I long for one man
Who's a mixture of a lover and a gunman
Whose sweet words drip from the corner of his lip
Just a different kind of duel in the sun man

His intentions must be racy
And his brain be null and void
With a body by Dick Tracy
And a mind that is designed by Sigmund Freud
Crime sets the fashion for the killer with a fine poetic passion
A soulful heel with a heart of stainless steel
Who'll be tender while he's knocking me around
Oh, I want a hero who's rough (Ow), tough (Oh) stuff
Tell me where one can be found!