text: 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 its 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, cant you see youre the one Jesse
  Ah Sonny, this time its you
  Well Jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pants
  And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance
  Shes got eyes that tell no lies
  Shes seen so many wars
  Ah be a good boy Jesse, tell her she dont 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, cant you see now boy that thats what its all about Jesse
  Not even time to do that old played out encore
  Whoa Jesse