Miss America, music lover, a dancer in the USO   A one time loser a two time fiend,   Says she even likes Black Crowes   Bought a faux fur now she's a hip girl   Head full of acid and pearls   The cops said no, so we left Idaho    Heading to the cost for the show   Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint   Still she's trouble with a capital "T".      Cause you know she's gonna   Rock and roll   Miss America is   Rock and roll   She gotta lip for the fool   And you know she's gonna   Rock and roll (chorus)      Keep your head up   And look for the cup   Fill it with the wine from the still.   Miss America, music lover   Spent the last 20 years on the pill.   Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint   Still she's tripping with a capital "T".      [Chorus x2]      Got divorced, left court broke, of course   Baggin' alimon' for the jag   Quit cigarettes so she's tired and tense   Just a 50 year groupie in drag.   Said she's a sinner but she knows she's a saint   Still she's trouble with a capital "T".      [Chorus]