| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| Trudyís off to college and out of mummy’s hair She’s learned to be so Grateful now she travels everywhere A graduate from art school she makes a bowl of clay It will never sell but the check is on it’s wayTrudy Trustifaria donít worry the check is on itís wayEnvironmentally conscieness omnipotentally wise Through her one way window she tries to philosophize She contradicts herself when she says she dont eat meat With the sandals made of leather that she’s sporting on her feetTrustifaria, panhandling her way it’s just a crusty game she likes to play Trustifaria, never worked for a day don’t worry cuz the check is on its’ wayShe try to look so root and sport the natty dread but She likes her wine and cheese better than the bread Designer overalls from the mall is what she wears Covered with a million little neon dancing bearsTrudy Trustifaria donít worry the check is on itís wayShe sees old brother root out beggin for his needs Shes holdin on her loot for the crystals and the beads Strolls the parking lot to buy whatever people sell her when she runs out of money she just hits the versateller |
