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Since you've been gone I feel so much better,
'Cause I saw how mean you could be;
I used to want some explanation,
Now all I want is my Patsy Cline CD.
How I've waited for today when I could finally say:
You jerk, you jerk,
You are such a jerk;
There are other words,
But they just don't work.
Sometimes I wished I'd mailed you that letter
That said the things I dare not say;
Instead I set the thing on fire,
I had to say this out loud.
Anyway I'm so glad I found the nerve to say what you deserve:
You jerk, you jerk,
You are such a jerk;
There are other words,
But they just don't work.
They try to be so cool, insult you like a fool,
Never take your call when you're nobody at all;
Until you're somebody and then they want to be your friend,
How come jerks don't know they're jerks?
(I don't know.)
So next time someone makes you feel little,
Just sing this song inside your head;
And like a great big cartoon bubble,
These lovely words will dance above their head.
How I've waited for today when I could finally say:
You jerk, you jerk,
You are such a jerk;
There are other words,
But they just don't work.
(Oh, yessss! You're not a very nice person,
Some people would call you a bully,
Maybe a creep, maybe just mean,
But you're not a very nice person in my books,
And not in my mother's, either.)
You jerk, you jerk,
You are such a jerk;
There are other words,
But they just don't work.
Recorded by Kim Stockwood [b.1965] St. John's, NL (Bonavista, EMI Music Canada, Toronto, 1996).
