歌词
My brother, my brother and myselves
Have banded together in an organization
An organization called The Siblings
It's a small crawling animal
The point is, my brother and myselves are
Starting, are going, we're going to sing
What Tommy is trying to say is we're planning
On trying to change our type of music
And change the direction in which we would, uh, want to sing
We want to sing more to the teenagers, teenage love songs
Passionate songs, because teenagers need understanding
They're in a very difficult time of life
And there's a lot of people who sing just for teenagers
And they're very, very successful
The Beatles are the, are the, are the
They're as successful as you can get
They, they have Beatle wigs
Right
If you and I ever get that popular, we couldn't have Smothers wigs
No, we couldn't
'Cause of our hairline
So we're gonna have plastic ears
Tommy, why don't you tell 'em the song we'd
Like to try to launch this new career with?
Our new career will be launched with a song, a teenage song
A teenage song capturing the extremes
Of the emotional spectrum of excitement
First, the song has the unhappiness and the
Tragedy and the end-of-the-world feeling
Which a teenage love or a young person's love
When it goes wrong, it has this unhappiness
Which knows no bounds and knows no depths of sorrow and pain
On the other extreme, we have elation, happiness
The teenage love is never a middle-of-the-road thing, but the extremes
This song featuring my brother and
Myselves will feature his lyric voice
The compassion he has gained
Through bitter experience
Through bitter experience, my brother will
Sing now, the tragic, yet beautiful story
The lovely teenangel
No, that's not the name of the song, Tommy
I know
The lovely teenangel, Jenny Brown
Passionate, warm, vivacious, eyes sparkling, alive, but screwed up
Nobody's perfect
Nobody's perfect
As I was walking by the shore, I happened there to see
A woman's form a-lying there as still as still could be
The dress she wore was gingham blue, her hair all tumbled down
It might have been my own true love, my sweetheart, Jenny Brown
Her face was turned into the sand, 'twas who I could not tell
But on her hand a high school ring, a ring I knew too well
My heart stood still, I grasped her arm, and then I turned around
Oh, alas, it was my own true love, my
Sweetheart, Jenny Brown, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, Jenny Brown
Why did I treat you cruel?
Gosh whiz, Jenny, there was tears in
Your eyes and you ran away from me
And now here I find you on the beach
All still and sandy and flies and stuff
I stared into her lovely face, a face that used to clown
I saw one eye a-flicker, then wink and open round
Ha, ha, she laughed and jumped up tall, I bet you thought I'd drowned
What a rotten sense of humor has my sweetheart, Jenny Brown
