Still her

The best looking boys are taken

The best looking girsl are staying inside

So, Judy, where does that leave you?

Walking the streets from morning till the night

With a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk

With a parrot on your shoulder saying everything when you talk

-- if you're ever feeling blue, then write another song about your dream of horses

-- call it 'Judy and her dream of horses

-- her dream of horses