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 it's 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 it's 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 it's all about jesse   Not even time to do that old played out encore   Whoa jesse