Imelda lyrics

She's going shopping, shopping for shoes,

She wants them in magenta and Caribbean blue,

Platinum and buttercup, lilac and black,

They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back.

Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée

They see her coming from a long long way,

They clap their hands together when they get her in their store,

She's gonna wanna get more, more, more and more and more.

Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

Everyone's gone Jackie O,

She was a regular here.

We thought madame would like to know,

We've got the blood red rouge right here.

Now we've got all of madame's requisites and all in madame's size.

Madame's taste is truly exquisite, she must accessorise.

The belts are alligator, the bags are kangaroo.

Enchanté may I say the jade was made for you.

Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

All the poor people saying that they got to quit paying for you.

• Artist:Mark Knopfler
• Album:Golden Heart (1996)