April Anne with the red bandanna round her headnPretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan saidnThat the sash around her waist turned to leadnAnd her jingle-jangled faggot friend was deadnAnd the wine he spilled stained her pillow rednThe midnight cowboys came but quickly flednAnd the whole thing was bringing her downnnLady Anne, we danced the fandango on your bednAnne, the Gypsy Woman once said:nLet an Easy Rider share your bednBut you chose a drunken gigolo insteadnHow were you to know he was a red?nThen you sat and cried and hung your head and saidnThat the whole thing was bringing you downnnApril Anne with the red bandanna round her headnPretty Anne with the peacock feathered fan saidnThat the sash around her waist turned to leadnAnd her jingle-jangled faggot friend was deadnThe midnight cowboys came but quickly flednAnd the wine he spilled stained her pillow rednOh she let an Easy Rider share her bednBut she chose a drunken gigolo insteadnnWe danced the fandango around her bed