Songtexte: Shel Silverstein. Hey, Lady Godiva.

Hey, Lady Godiva, ridin' through the town
Naked on your big white horse
With your long hair hangin' down.
Lady Godiva, you say you're really frightened and so shy.
I hate to bust your bubble, but you
Sure picked a funny place to hide.

Hey, Lady Godiva, lookin' for a place
Where no one wants your body
And nobody knows your face.
Lady Godiva, you say you wanna be loved
For what's inside.
I don't know much about horses, but you
Sure picked a funny place to ride.
Every man's just a clutchin' hand,
Reachin' out to grab you.
Every man's a quiverin' lance
Tryin' hard to stab you -- don't let 'em nab you.

Hey, Lady Godiva, lookin' kind of scared.
You showed 'em all your talents,
But nobody seems to care.
Lady Godiva, could it be nobody wants to ride?
Come to think it over,
You may have picked the perfect place to hide.