Jesse
- Bruce Springsteen
Oh Jesse,
you better start thinkin' about saving your neck
Oh Jesse, you put on that
leather jacket like you put on respect
you got cleats on your boots
and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle
out the stage door
And darling Jesse, do you
know what its all for?
Ah Jesse, your manager brought
by them eight by ten glossies of your band
Oh Jesse, he says you wear
cross around your neck and come on
with nails in your hands
With your insides showing
and your New York band blowin' them
old Chicago blues
Ah Jesse, can't you see you're
the one Jesse
Ah Sonny, this time its you
Well Jesse, your child is
slobbering all over your pants
And Jesse, your wife has fallen
into a trance
She's got eyes that tell no
lies
She's seen so many wars
Ah be a good boy Jesse, tell
her she don't have to look no more.
Well Jesse, he knows all the
tricks to get the crowd reeling
Oh and Jesse, ya he rocks
'em with that old soul feeling
And he walks off the stage
in a self-adoring haze
and gets shoved right out
the door
Whoa Jesse, can't you see
now boy that that's what its all about Jesse
Not even time to do that old
played out encore
Whoa Jesse