When you’re sittin' there in your silver upholstered chair,
Talkin' to some rich folks that you know,
I hope you don't see me in my ragged company.
You know, I could never be alone.

CHORUS: So take me down, little Suzy. Take me down.
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every mornin'.
Send me dead flowers by the mail.
Send me dead flowers to my weddin',
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave.

When you’re sittin' back in your rose-pink Cadillac,
Makin' bets on Kentucky derby day,
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon,
And another girl to take my pain away. CHORUS

Now I don't know exactly how the stones did it but I play it in the key of G.