They must have met Prudence
While they still were students
He did not let grief define him
Though don't let that fool ya
He never left it far behind him
After he lost Julia
Whatever happened to Eleanor?
Don't hear about her much anymore
Once you'd catch a glimpse of Rita
She was lovely, couldn't beat her
There she goes! Enjoy the view, see?
Flying high with your friend Lucy
She's as gentle as a lamb
No, not Polly, I mean Pam
Ooo la la! She rings a bell
Elle s'appelle..her name? Michelle
Over here, George married Martha
She was this country's first First Lady
Across the pond, George never married Martha
I would go even farther
He never saw her sexy as he did sexy Sadie
These women, they all have something in common
Would you care to take a guess?
Can't beat them anymore, so I guess, them beat les?
Not quite, though they may be a muse to them
You might hear not cheers, but boos for them
From the one who they call Yoko
To her this poem must be a joke, oh
I left out the one they called Madonna
Why not include her? I didn't wanna.