Lucy sells her flowers for a quarter apiece
She wound up on the street; she could not pay her lease
She used to want to save the world, but nothing to her matters now
She lays about the subway station, clad in dirty tatters now

Lucy's in the subway with daffodils
She lost all of her diamonds, and she sold all her pills
She's been around the block, but she's had too many thrills
Lucy's in the subway with daffodils

Lucy holds a Dixie cup of sixty cents in change
And if she looks you in the eye, you see that she's deranged
She flew too near the sun and fried her fragile wings
But to her faithful whisky bottle she clings

Lucy's in the subway with daffodils
She lost all of her diamonds, and she sold all her pills
She's been around the block, but she's had too many thrills
Lucy's in the subway with daffodils