With my mom and dad
You went through the ceiling
And got terribly mad
There were acquisitions
In your sly, unfunny jokes
What's wrong in a girl's going home
To see her folk's folks? . . . (laugh)
You're jealous, you're jealous
And that means that you're also in love
'Cause when fellas get jealous
That means they love the girl they're jealous of
Jean had a slumber-party
And invited her girl friends
A "girls only" party
For girls and not for men
But you came there a-knockin'
On the door and made me cry
You had some stupid reason
That you gave for coming by . . . (laugh)
You're jealous, you're jealous
