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Wanda The Worm Woman is a song by The Residents, written and recorded for their 1990 album Freak Show.
Background[]
Wanda The Worm Woman is about Wanda Wadkins, a sideshow geek at the album's eponymous freak show. The first half of the song, narrated by Tex the Ringleader, shows how the general public is disgusted by Wanda. Tex laments that he loves the soul he sees inside her, but can't bear to love her due to her grotesque appearance.
Wanda The Worm Woman was also featured in the 1994 Freak Show CD-ROM and performed at Freak Show Live in 1995. The song was also released on In Memoriam Torso (1994) and on Dot.com (under the name "Wanda").
Liner Notes[]
In freak show terminology, a geek is someone who does disgusting things in front of a paying audience. Wanda, who sucks worms for a living, fits this description perfectly. She is an overweight former nun who somehow manages to appear serenely sublime with worms dangling from her large voluptuous lips. Obsessed by God, eating, and of course, worms, Wanda also cries when she is alone late at night.
Lyrics[]
Sneering at a leering lady as she stares and squirms At Wanda with her saintly smile and living wig of worms I like to watch their faces fall as we disgust and shame them Seeking suckers is my game - no longer lion taming.
Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin perched upon her neck Wanda Wadkins head was hurting it was bitten by insects I watched the awkward way she waddled walking to the pail She always used to wash her worms and clean beneath her nails I love the soul I see inside her but I just can't love her Folding fat that rolls around like bowling balls in butter
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
Watch me, watch me, watch me, Won't you watch me for a while Watch me pick my worms up and put them in a pile Watch me sit upon it with My Mona Lisa smile
Why, Wanda, why, do I always watch you cry?