Every time I turn around
I see you walk out that door baby
why would you do that to me?
oh i'm your lover
Jackie's bored
bored of all the rock and roll bands
that play the jagger card on stage shaking their little asses
bored of the endless nights drinking away the 3 dollar pisss
bored of pretty girls crossing the street in skirts
even if he wishes they'd turn around just once
Jackie
ah Jackie's an old dog
he works in a dive pouring drinks for drunks during the weekend
and on sunday he dances in his living room
sometimes, when he knows the neighbours watching
he sings a song, standing there in his underwear like a broke sinatra
he croons that life is horrible, hilarious and filled with such beauty that it
tears the heart in two
jackie jackie you better be on your best behaviour
Now I'm not just blowing my own trumpet here
this song is not my song, it is our song
the down and outers, the never getting anywhere cyclists you know
you know your destination, but your bike is falling apart, your leg cramps up
you doze off and hit a trashcan, it gets dark and you can't find your way but hey
don't stop cycling, uh, no don't stop.
And then the night rolls along, and oh the disappears into a song
everything it disappears into a song
