*Bruce Springsteen

Oh Jesse, you better start thinkin' about saving your neck.
Oh Jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respect.
you got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots
everytime you shuffle out the stage door.
Darling Jesse, ah do you know what its all for?

Ah Jesse, your manager brought by them
eight by ten glossies of your band.
Oh Jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck
and come on with nails in your hands
with your insides showing and your New York band
blowin' them old Chicago blues.
Ah Jesse, can't you see you're the one Jesse.
Ah Sonny, this time its you.

Well Jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pants.
And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance.
She's got eyes that tell no lies,
she's seen so many wars.
Ah be a good boy Jesse, tell her she don't have to look no more.

Well Jesse, he knows all the tricks to get the crowd reeling.
Oh and Jesse, yeah he rocks 'em with that old soul feeling.
And he walks off the stage in a self-adoring haze
and gets shoved right out the door.
Oh Jesse, can't you see now boy
that that's what it's all about Jesse.
Not even time to do that old played out encore.
Oh Jesse... Ummm Jesse.