jenny i read something you said about rock and roll and life and death ah jenny i read they carried you home broken beaten all alone oh jenny you said jenny you thought give them all that they want everything that you got oh jenny my dear it s a wicked city once you re young stupid and pretty and all the angry young boys they re making angry loud noises and all the angry young boys jenny they cried jenny they screamed your picture in every magazine yeah ya wanted it all but the american dream was nothing to write home about she was the next big thing and the telephone was ringing all of the time you were wined and dined every night then one day it was over and where are you now they wonder  and all the angry young boys they re making angry loud noises and all the angry young boys ah huh uh uh uh uh huh eh ugh superstar that s what you are and all the angry young boys they re making angry loud noises and all the angry young boys behind theirtheir fingers eyes aside in sharp windy whispers they say it s her it is her what happened to her she knows this and she smiles she doesn t look anything anything like her pictures she used to be she used to be she used to be but she knows this and she smiles for she has the miles and memories all to herself everything in between then and now and all her images of everything in between now and then and all they have are pictures pictures