Foxy Mama

Now, as you may have guessed
From the way I am dressed-
No phony baloney,
And don't show acrimony-
But this much at least you should know:
I am, in fact, a Foxy Mama from scalp to toe.
And that's putting it mildly
So don't you go barfing madly.
The day lipsticks made its first hit,
I was in deep shit.
What a breach of copyright,
This should be brought to light.
Disco sucks. It tears my ears.
Fashion repellent, those beers.
I wear the most excellently made dud,
All were classic blue blood.
Me darlin' silky hair naturally stylish white,
I don't need no wig or highlight.
This shades I'm usin', best in town,
Though a bit rusty and brown.
A sonny once shouted, 'You look plastic!'
I answered, 'You pest of a jurassic.'
Used to be on covers, I'm a top model,
Though no makeup artist would care to coddle.
Old man in the house called it fam album.
Poo, that was just too random.
The way it looks to me,
Everything's snazzy from a to zee
For in the middle stands Foxy Mama,
Though she's still wearing Elvis' pyjama.