(Shock, shock, shock, shock-shocka.)
(Shock, shock, shock, shock-shocka.))
(Shock, shock, shock, shock, shock-shocka.)
(Shock, shock, shock, shock, shock-shocka...)
Jimmy sits in his room till darkness,
Then he steps on the street
And she watches and waits at the window,
Wondering who he'll meet
It's a wasteland of TV dinners,
It's a highway in heat
And there's nothin' but time on the table,
Clockin' the same old beat...
Jolene steps out like the life of the party
(Jolene)
High-class heels and polka-dot sleeves
(Jolene)
Wears her hair like a girl in a hurry,
Walkin' and a-talkin' and a-rockin',
To the beat of the street...
There's a crowd at the park on the corner,
Jimmy rushes to see
On the ground is a lady in labor
Jimmy forgets how to breathe
And it's comin' too fast for a doctor,
And the traffic's obscene
And the people are panicked and shouting,
"Somebody, do something!"
Well, Jolene steps in like the life of the party,
(Jolene)
Kicks her heels off, rolls up her sleeves
(Jolene)
Parts that crowd like a girl in a hurry,
Walkin' and a-talkin' and a-rockin',
To the beat of the street...
And she's smilin', cryin',
Doctorin' as neat as you please
People are laughin', clappin,
She gets up off her knees,
Rollin' down her sleeves,
Holdin' up the kid so everybody can see...
Jimmy offers his arm in the silence,
And the night comes alive
And he he drowns in her smile as the sirens,
Finally arrive
"There are forms to be filled," say the medics
As they canvass the crowd
"It was dangerous, foolish and reckless,
This kind of thing shouldn't be allowed..."
Jolene struts off like the life of the party,
(Jolene)
High-class heels and polka-dot sleeves
(Jolene)
Arm-in-arm, that's the end of the story,
Walkin' and a-talkin' and a-rockin',
To the beat of the street...
Jolene, mmm-mm
Jolene, Jolene...
(Shock, shock, shock, shock-um)
(Shock, shock, shock-shoo-wa, shoo-wa, shoo-wa!)
compositores: Janis Ian
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