Isn’t It A Shame?
Jerbo
Jeannie has a son, age nineteen
Coping with divorce doing LSD
Doesn't go to work, stays at home
With rock and roll records and centerfolds
Isn't it a shame?
He's got no one to blame
But me
Charlie isn't far from the tree
He won't ever know it but he's just like me
Writing little poems, driving fast
Playing boogie-woogie and smoking grass
Isn't it a shame?
He's got no one to blame
But me
Jeannie had a son at nineteen
Was no other option for a guy like me
Shotgun wedding, cans and cars
Full-time work printing baseball cards
Isn't it a shame?
He's got no one to blame
But me
Eighteen years later, called it quits
Grabbed my life by the fingertips
Drove cross-country in my Chevrolet
Jumped right in the San Francisco Bay
Isn't it a shame?
He's got no one to blame
But me
