Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide   Below a second story room to whistle you down   The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser   He's got a silver coin only lets it shine for hours   While you sleep it away      There's one rare and odd style of living   Part only known to the everybody Jenny   A comical where's the end parade   Of the sort people here would think unusual      Jenny      Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea   Far off we sail on to back o' the moon      Jenny, Jenny you don't know the days I've tried   Telling backyard tales so to maybe amuse   Oh, your mood is never giddy if you smile, I'm delighted   But you'd rather pout such a lazy child   You dare fold your arms, tisk and say that I lie      There's one rare and odd style of thinking   Part only known to the everybody, Jenny   The small step and giant leap takers   Got the head start in the race toward it      Jenny      Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea   Far off we sail on to the back o' the moon      That was a sigh but not meant to envy you   When your age was mine, some things were sworn true   Morning would come and calendar pages had   New printed seasons on their opposite sides      Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide   Below a second story room to whistle you down   Oh, the man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser   He's got a silver coin, lets it shine for hours   While you sleep it away      There's one rare and odd style of living   Part only known to the everybody Jenny   Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys   To push their flags into powdered soils and cry   No second placers      No smart looking geese in bonnets   Dance with pigs in high button trousers   No milk pail for the farmer's daughter   No merry towns of sweet walled houses      Here, I've found back o' the moon   Not here, I've found back o' the moon