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Rabbit Fur Coat Lyrics - Singles - Jenny Lewis With The Watson Twins

I was of poor folk 

But my mother had a rabbit fur coat 

And a girl of less character pushed her down the L.A. River 

Hand over that rabbit fur coat 

 

She put a knife to her throat 

Hand over that rabbit fur coat 

When my ma refused, the girl kicked dirt on her blouse 

Stay away from my mansion house 

 

My mother really suffered for that 

Spent her life in a gold plated body cast 

Now, you ask, did she get that girl back? 

She paid a visit to that mansion house 

 

She knew the girl was not there 

But her father was in cufflinks with slicked-back black hair 

He invited her in, they never sang a note 

But she took off that rabbit fur coat 

 

And who do you think came home? 

Miss so and so 

She took one look at my ma and what did she say? 

""Why are you stealing from my mansion house?"" 

 

No, I'm in love with Mr. so and so 

He invited me in, I'm a girl no more 

Then she dragged my ma out by her throat 

Hand over that rabbit fur coat 

 

Let's move ahead twenty years, shall we? 

She was waitressing on welfare, we were living in the valley 

A lady says to my ma you treat your girl as your spouse 

You can live in a mansion house 

 

And so we did 

And I became a 100.000 dollar kid 

When I was old enough to realize, wiped the dust from my mother's eyes 

It's all this for that rabbit fur coat 

 

But I'm not bitter about it 

I've packed up my things and let them have at it 

And the fortune faded, as fortunes often do 

And so did that mansion house 

 

Where my ma is now, I don't know 

She was living in her car, I was living on the road 

And I hear she's putting that stuff up her nose 

And still wearing that rabbit fur coat 

 

But mostly I'm a hypocrite 

I sing songs about the deficit 

But when I sell out and leave Omaha, what will I get? 

A mansion house and a rabbit fur coat. 

Are you remember?


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