Now Jerry was no architect But she sure knew how to put out all the lights I once watched her walk right Through a plate gla** window And never even look hack Now here I am talking about all her good points I never did think she had any bad Though friends told me she could be cruel And vicious At one time she was the best friend that I had And I hope she can hear I hope she feels good I hope she was the best or everything And I hope she feels like a million dollars And I hope she knows I was always honest Now Jerry was a main-line angel She never came home at night She slept where the wind would take her In her P.V.C thigh length boots Make-up black and solid Fingernails bitten by teeth so close To perfection only marred by Seven years of obvious fake prescriptions That were one way or making Sure that she never saw the daylight Before wearing her sungla**es over Breakfast with her Italian girlfriend In a post blitz kid stupor Saying "How ya doin', Davy boy" You know you're such a trooper And I hope you feel good And I hope you feel like a million dollars And I hope you know that I was Always.... honest