THAT OLD DEVIL CALLED JENS
It's that ole devil called Jens again
Gets behind me, wants to help me with my purse again
Putting gain in my eyes, gears in my dreams
And rockets in my heart
It's that sly ole son of a gun again
He keeps telling me I'm the lucky one again
Yes I still have that gain, still have those gears
And those rockets in my heart
He follows me around, builds me up, tears me down
Till I am so bewildered I know just what to do
Might as well start another war again
I know darn well he'll convince me that he's right again
When he sings warmonger songs, I'm just gonna tag along
With that ole devil called Jens
Foto: Geert Vanden Wijngaert/AP