The Queen of Alphabet Ave.

Every Tuesday mornin'
She'll be boardin'
Where the signs read Jamaica Plains
Purple skirt and ostrich feather
Never dressin' for the weather
Squeezin' through the doors of the train

Then at precisely 7:03
She whispers, ""Set my people free.""
Ya'll dig the queen
Of Alphabet Avenue
These streets is mean
And she does what she has to do
Long live Marsha P. The Queen
Of Alphabet Avenue

I sit frozen composin'
My openin' lines
Flirting' certain my words are sure to intrude
When an off-duty officer
Offers up his seat
Till he realizes she is a dude
Sir, don't you know this here's the girl
Who threw the shot glass heard round the world

Ya'll dig the queen
Of Alphabet Avenue
These streets is mean, alright they're mean
But she does what she has to do
Long live Marsha P. The Queen
Of Alphabet Avenue

Aphrodite, escorts her
Set her people free
The afro's mighty, adore her
When you gonna set
When you gonna set
When you gonna set my people free
Oh, no, no, no, no, no

Every Tuesday mornin'
I witness the dawn
Without a sign of the girl from Jamaica Plains
Purple studs and ostrich feather
Carin' 'uck all 'bout the weather
Double Darin' the clouds to make rain
Then at precisely 7:03
Ya'll say, ""Set my people free!""

Who killied the queen
Of Alphabet Avenue
There'll be no peace
Till she sees that we've done all she asked us to do
Long live Marsha P. The Queen
Long live Marsha P. The Queen
Pay it no mind now Marsha P. The Queen
Of Alphabet Avenue