Pink plastic condo with matching pink jacuzzi,
patio furniture, pink canvas-topped golf cart,
a classic corvette and custom Winnebago,
Leer jet and jet ski,
her own private polo club with pink-nylon ponies,
gambling casinos, oil wells,
sugar plantations, copper mines,
whole Third World countries...
and clothes ... clothes ... my god! she's got clothes!
What else could she need?
But she's a real American girl -- more is more and leads to more --
and Barbie will never ever have enough stuff.
Because the older Barbie gets, the fewer friends she has.
Take her little pal, Skipper -- who grew up
and was last seen turning tricks with GI Joes
down on Sunset Boulevard
Or Midge, the saucy brunette with bobby sox
and freckles. She ran off with fuzz-head Ken,
the eunuch.
But Barbie didn't seem to mind.
She got a new Ken --
like when Samantha got a new Daren -- remember that?
The new Ken had real doll hair,
and a cute little genital bump in his pants, smooth
as a ballet dancer's crotch.
Poor Barbie! She'll never get enough!
