Jeff
 

Jeff’s a good teacher
If those nasty
Kids would even care
To listen
If he could teach’em
How to live
Instead of fucking
English grammar

Jeff’s got a good heart
And lots of friends
Near or far
Straight or not
Lived in a kibbutz
In Denmark
Playing songs
In a bar

In Mexico City
He drinks beer
Drinks it coldly from a jar
And when he thinks
There’s no one seeing
He will piss it nice and
Warm

You’ll find him making love
By the sea
To a mermaid
Twice his size
But with an everlasting sound
She’ll disappear before his eyes

When Jeff is tired
He’s really tired
Which don’t mean
He will not stay
For he could always
Sleep standing
‘Til the night is gone away

When he plays
His Spanish guitar
All the girls around will shine
And fall in love
Like falling stars
If he could only had eight arms!

Now every one
Of us is waiting
For old Jeff to raise his toast
Though no one quite understands
Isn’t he a lovely host?

There goes
Hard working Jeff
On his way back home again
In the back seat of a car
Just about the time to wake up

And in the end
The love Jeff takes
Is equal to
The love Jeff makes

Oh! Jeff, wild boy!
Oh! Jeff, good guy!
You make us laugh!
(Still) You make us cry!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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