Lyrics:

You've had your fun, your money's gone
Your only friend is the telephone
Oh, duchess, now you're one of us
You stay at home and light the lights
They make you smile in the empty night
Oh, duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos
And she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone
But they won't call back again

You count the pounds, you cut your hair
Won't someone send you a millionaire?
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
No friends to see, no car to drive
You go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh, duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos
And she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone, over thirteen stone
And they won't come back again

Oh, li-da-di-da-di
Oh, li-da-di-da-di
Oh, li-da-di-da-di
Oh-oh

Well she knows Latinos
And she knows Mexicans
But now things are tough, and they've had enough
And they won't come back again

You've had your fun, your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone