She’s a Lady was obviously yet another song written about my first mother. Remember Helen of Troy and that face that launched a thousand ships crap? Well my mom was such a hottie she launched hundreds of songs.
I think I was about 6 or 7 when She’s a Lady was a big hit. My mom and aunts all loved Tommy Boy. I figured he had to be my real dad because of the curly hair bit. And I liked She’s a Lady. It’s a catchy tune. But then I started to listen to the lyrics. And I decided that even though Tom was my real dad, he was a total douche.
I figured he wrote She’s a Lady and was so busy with his mountain that she helped him build out of a little pile of clay he didn’t even notice she had hit the road. What an ass this guy was. So self absorbed. Even little grade school me could see that. So she took off and put me up for adoption in fear of being stuck with an egomaniac like that creep she hooked up with. Shit, I would have gotten rid of me too. What the hell is with this guy anyway?