I see you sittin there In your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folks that you know Well, I hope you don't see me In my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down I know you think you're queen of the underground But you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail You can send me flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave I see you sittin back In your rose pink Cadillac Making 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 Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down I know you think you're queen of the underground But you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail You can send me flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down, Miss Susie, take me down I know you think you're queen of the underground But you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail You can send me flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave