This is the song of little Jo. she's not the girl I used to know. forever screaming all the day and night. she used to be a diplomat. but now she's down the laundromat. they washed her mind. and now she finds it hard. I know her name. but now she never seems the same. she don't talk to me. 'cause she can't take no sympaty. because she's highly strung. oh highly strung she's undone. highly strung. she's stepping out upon the ledge. she's got a gun against her. she's wired up to blow. the power line. she's walking out upon the knife. she'll take you to the edge of life. just like the song. the pressure is on again. I know her name. but now she never seems the same. she don't talk to me. 'cause she can't take no sympaty. because she's highly strung. oh highly strung she's undone. highly strung. this si the song of little Jo. she's not the girl I used to know.