Jenny says she’s better
Wrote it in a letter
Left it in her sweater
I’ma go and get her
Find her at a drive-in
Sitting there with five men
Think I’d better dive in
We get out alive and
She says she’s rougher now, and
She’s had enough and all, and
She loves a scofflaw, and
I’m mad and huffing and hawing
Calls her new man Rembrandt
I call him a piss-ant
Jenny’s not compliant
She can do what I can’t
I pull into Gable’s
See all the young-and-ables
Word is on the cables
I turn over tables
You know I’m gonna find them
I’m feeling much maligned, and
Until my head’s aligned, then
Tell her I’m right behind them
All in all, it’s up to you
I don’t know how I’m supposed to fall or follow
All in all it’s up to you
I don’t know how I’m supposed to fall – All is hollow
I used to love lightning
Thunder was inviting
Now I sit here writhing
Shivering and igniting
She says she’s rougher now, and
She’s had enough and all, and
She loves a scofflaw, and
I’m mad and huffing and hawing
