If your eyes ain’t viewed what could be now,
This girl can put you right.
She’ll show you a wormwood spree now
And you’ll see the light.

She’s the Fairy, the Absinthe Queen. . .
Visions to impart.
She’s the Fairy; her hue is green;
She’ll make your blues depart.

This ain’t just booze, opens doors
Psychotropic-style.
This girl lets you from this world soar—
Leave it for a while.

She’s the Fairy, the Absinthe Queen. . .
Visions to impart.
She’s the Fairy; her hue is green;
The mundane will depart.

Gather the drink, down it fast—
Your mind will start to roam.
Then the Fairy Queen comes to you
Through your receptor nodes.

After you’ve had one—
Another drink,
Then keep on till you hit five. . .
Watch the serpents writhe!
’cause the gypsy, the Absinthe Queen
Has caused you to start
On post-tipsiness when you’ve seen
A meaning in “Paul Blart.”

If your eyes ain’t viewed what could be now,
This girl can give you sight.
She’ll show you a wormwood spree now
And you’ll see the light.

She’s the Fairy, the Absinthe Queen. . .
Visions to impart.
She’s the Fairy; her hue is green—
Your brain cells will depart.