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 it's 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, can't you see you're the one Jesse
Ah Sonny, this time it's you well Jesse
Your child is slobbering all over your pants
And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance
She's got eyes that tell no lies
She's seen so many wars
Ah be a good boy Jesse
Tell her she don't 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
Can't you see now boy that that's
What it's all about Jesse
Not even time to do that
Old played out encore whoa Jesse