I heard you say you liked
Mrs jones' brand new car
The one with the leopard seat covers
And shiny as a star
And you wished you had her bank account
That's worth more than 50 G's
You say her dresses look good on her
Way above her knees

Well, you can have all of these things
To call your very own
But you can't keep up with Mrs jones

Sittin' on your funny bone
You can't make it
Sittin' on your funny bone, he! Listen

You say you crave a mink like hers
To throw across your back
And you'll find that Sunday dinner
To her is just a snack
You say you want a stereo
Just like the one she's got
Playin' all those prеtty records
From rock n' roll to foxtrot

Well, you can have all of thеse things
To call your very own
But you can't keep up with Mrs jones

Sittin' on your funny bone
Ain't you tired of
Sittin' on your funny bone? Can't make it
Sittin' on your funny bone
Ain't you tired of
Sittin' on your funny bone? Can't make it
Sittin' on your funny bone
Ain't you tired of
Sittin' on your funny bone?
You ain't gonna make it
Sittin' on your funny bone

Ha ha, get on up from there
(Sittin' on your funny bone)