text: Thus all fairy stories end
  Only an actress would pretend
  Affairs of state are her latest play
  Eight shows a week, two matinees
  My how the worm begins to turn
  When will the chorus girl ever learn?
  My how the worm begins to turn
  When will the chorus girl ever learn?
  The chorus girl hasnt learned the lines youd like to hear
  She wont go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted
  By making donations just large enough to the correct charity
  She wont be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropy
  Even if you asked her to be
  As you should have asked her to be
  The actress hasnt learned the lines youd like to hear
  She wont join your clubs, she wont dance in your halls
  She wont help the hungry once a month at your tombolas
  Shell simply take control as you disappear
  Forgive my intrusion, but fine as those sentiments sound
  Little has changed for us peasants down here on the ground
  I hate to sound childish, ungrateful, I dont like to moan
  But do you now represent anyones cause but your own?
  Everything done will be justified by my foundation