| Anyone who’s played on a record date
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| Will remember stage door Jenny
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| Well I saw her last night
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| And man she looked like she wasn’t gettin' any
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| Oh — Rock 'n' roll kind of took its toll
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| When she shed her inhibitions
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| Too many scenes in limousines
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| And dressing room intermissions
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| She was the queen of nineteen sixty four
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| But the truth of the matter is
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| Nobody wants her any more
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| There was a time she could have shown them how
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| But nobody wants an over-age groupie now
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| When it came to a superstar
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| Jenny was a bragger
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| She spread it around to everyone in town
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| That she made it with Mick Jagger
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| Oh — but there’s no doubt, when the truth comes out
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| True love will always conquer
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| She didn’t get Mick, but she got a kick
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| And a black eye from Bianca
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| She was the queen of nineteen sixty four
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| What a pity she became a shadow of the girl she was before
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| She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow
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| But nobody wants an over-age groupie now
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| Dwee da da da dwee da da da dwee da da da da
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| Dwee da da da da da da, dwee da da da da
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| Dwee da da da da da da da da, da da da da da
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| Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
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| I’m afraid that this morning’s trade
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| Had a sad obituary
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| There’ll be no more Jenny at the door
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| They took her to the cemetery
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| Just an autograph book and a stereo
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| There was no one she was close to
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| She was found with her arms around an Elvis Presley poster
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| She was the queen of nineteen sixty four
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| Tonight there’ll be a moment of silence at the Troubador
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| There was a time she could have shown 'em how
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| But nobody wants an over-age groupie now
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| But nobody wants an over-age groupie now
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| Dwee da da da dwee da da da dwee da da da da
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| De de de de da da da da da da da da da da da da
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| Papa oom a mow mow, oom mow mow mow
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| Papa oom a mow mow, oom mow mow mow
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| Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do |