Little Jenny`s in the closet Hidin` for a week She got no money in her pocket No shoes on her feet Little Jenny was a runaway Didn`t like crowds She got her body on the boulevard Head up in the clouds I say my my my Jenny say good-bye My my my Jenny say good-bye To the inner-city crazy All night blues The heavy heavy hitters With the alligator shoes She says „I like your mannersÂ" I like your style Why don`t you wait out in the kitchen This is gonna take a while (repeat chorus) there`s nothin` wrong with her....