April Anne with the red bandanna round her head   Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said   That the sash around her waist turned to lead   And her jingle-jangled faggot friend was dead   And the wine he spilled stained her pillow red   The midnight cowboys came but quickly fled   And the whole thing was bringing her down      Lady Anne, we danced the fandango on your bed   Anne, the Gypsy Woman once said:   Let an Easy Rider share your bed   But you chose a drunken gigolo instead   How were you to know he was a red?   Then you sat and cried and hung your head and said   That the whole thing was bringing you down      April Anne with the red bandanna round her head   Pretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan said   That the sash around her waist turned to lead   And her jingle-jangled faggot friend was dead   The midnight cowboys came but quickly fled   And the wine he spilled stained her pillow red   Oh she let an Easy Rider share her bed   But she chose a drunken gigolo instead      We danced the fandango around her bed