I hear the choppers flyin'.
They're flyin' without end.
And she ain't seen the club floor
since I don't know when.
I'm guardin' Paris Hilton
and time keeps draggin' on.
But the copters keep comin'
here from VH1.

When she was just a baby
her mother told her, "Kid
always be a good girl
not like what I once did."
But she drove drunk on Rodeo.
Shoulda seen her fly.
When she's drinking now, it's water.
Hangs her head to cry.

Back home, Nicole is eatin'
a grape or maybe two.
They're probably drinking Red Bull
and having a to-do.
Well, she knows she had it comin'.
She knows she can't be free.
But the clubs are all still open.
That brings her misery.

Well, when they free her from this prison
then she'll be feeling fine.
Will she still read her Bible
or just send it down the line?
Far from orange jumpsuits.
That's where she wants to stay.
And the boys will gawk and whistle.
Once again, she'll play.