I knew a gal named Glenda, Glenda Hacott Rhea.
Some say she's into witchcraft, and some say that she is gay.
She lives down on the southside in a basement off the park.
No matter what you think of her, she keeps you in the dark.
I think I know your name now, Glenda Hacott Rhea.
You're now named for two goddesses and one that's on the way.
You used to be a Dilley and then was an Adrienne
When magic songs were flowing from your fertile writing pen.
Glenda, Glenda, your story's being told.
You've got an eye of crystal; you've got a heart of gold.
You're humble, unassuming and a lover of the Craft.
My epitaph to you, my love's, I love the way she laughed.
II.
Now once I had a gout attack; my toe swelled twice its size.
All trembling, weak and frightened, there was much pain in my eyes.
She came right up to help me with a mat upon her back,
An amulet around her neck and healing in her pack.
She asked her psychic pendulum what to do in my defense
And found I was deficient in just two meridians.
My liver and my gallbladder were weakened quite a bit,
And she was going to do the best she could to make me fit.
Glenda, Glenda, your story's being told.
You've got an eye of crystal; you've got a heart of gold.
You're humble, unassuming and a lover of the Craft.
My epitaph to you, my love's, I love the way she laughed.
III.
She gave me acupressure and a bit of Shiatsu
And drew me up a pentagram to balance out my stew.
She even made me wear a leather band around my wrist.
I don't know if it helped much, but my lover loved the twist.
She balanced up my chakras, and she prescribed vitamins,
And answered all my questions with that swinging pendulum.
She packed her periphernalia up, and then she flashed that winning smile,
And if that gout would have took me, Lord, I'd of gone out in style!
Glenda, Glenda, your story's being told.
You've got an eye of crystal; you've got a heart of gold.
You're humble, unassuming and a lover of the Craft.
My epitaph to you, my love's, I love the way she laughed.