Jenny & the Ess-Dog

Jennifer dates a man in a '60s cover band

He's the Ess-Dog or Sean if you wish

She's 18, he's 31

She's a rich girl, he's the son

Of a Coca-Cola middle-man

Kiss when they listen

To Brothers In Arms

And if there's something wrong with this

They don't see the harm

In joining their forces and singing along

See those rings on her toes

Check that frisbee in his Volvo

It's a Volvo with ancient plates

They've got a dog she named Trey

A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck

Trey has a window into their relationship

The baby talk voices

And the post class-A nasal drip

But it all seems to function

Least in the dog's mind

Let me out of here

Let me out of here

You got to let me out of here

You got to let me out of here

Let me out of here, out of here

Out of here, out of here

Let me out of here, I'll hit the ground running

Running, running, running

Jennifer left for school up in Boulder

And that Ess-Dog came to visit when he could

But the strain was too much

They could not make up for distance

And the distance between their years

Neither one listens to Brothers In Arms

And the Ess-Dog waits tables and he sold his guitar

Jenny pledged Kappa and she started pre-law

And off came those awful toe rings

Off came those awful toe rings