My Perm's All Mussed Up So I'm Permanently Blue

Crystal dove into that grave hole like an Olympic diving star.
Boys took half an hour hoisting her up, her bra half out,
Cussing like Satan and flinging dirt clods at the blue hairs
Who humped it like hens to get back to their car

Before this swan-diving psycho knifed them. They had it wrong:
Crystal loved her momma. Made me haul the trailer
Over to the cemetery so she should gawk out the window
During Oprah and sing her and her momma's song,

The one they tried to make the big time with: "My Perm's
All Mussed Up So I'm Permanently Blue." That's how momma
Bought it. I 75 up around Snellville, Crystal passes a Allied Van,
Does a Johnny Weissmuller into the scrub. Car's flatter than a worm

On the Interstate mid-July. Says she'll make it for momma.
Sits at that window, stares out at the grave, picking that song
Into the night: "My Perm's All Mussed Up So I'm Permanently Blue.
That's the last time I'm crawling in the back seat with you."