Tell me what is it about Jenny anyway?
she just does her laundry and nobody can stay away
She's not some silky sight
Not the biggest brain in town
But even I feel better when she's around
I don't get it, what does she know?
She has got that kind of annoying glow

I don't get it -
What's she got?
I cannot figure it out
What is it with Jenny anyway?

Now, those of us with looks
We flaunt them, don't you know
Those of us without looks go for that Dorothy Parker mold
But every man, woman and child
Flocks to Jenny anyway, so I-

I don't get it...

Oh, it can't be some new love
She has been this way for years
Now she's smiling buddha at me from ear to ear
She's not talking, why should she tell
But I will find out, you bet I will

I don't get it...