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. And darling Jesse 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 ya 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. Whoa Jesse can't you see now boy that that's what its all about Jesse. Not even time to do that old played out encore. Whoa Jesse.