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 glass 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 sunglasses 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