Lyrics:

Jenny I read something you said about

Rock and roll and life and death

Ah, jenny I read they carried you home

Broken, beaten all alone


Oh, jenny you said

Jenny you thought

Give them all that they want

Everything that you got

Oh, jenny my dear

It's a wicked city

Once you're young, stupid and pretty


And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)


Jenny they cried

Jenny they screamed

Your picture in every magazine

Yeah, ya wanted it all

But the american dream was nothing to write home about


She was the next big thing

And the telephone was ringing all of the time

You were wined and dined every night

Then one day it was over

And where are you now they wonder


And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)


Superstar, that's what you are


And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

They're making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)


Behind their, their fingers

Eyes aside

In sharp little whispers

They say it's her

It is her

What happened to her

She knows this

And she smiles


She doesn't look anything

Anything like her pictures

She used to be

She used to be

She used to be


But she knows this and she smiles

For she has miles and miles of memories all to herself

Everything in between then and now

And all her images of everything in between now and then

And all they have

Ah, pictures

Pictures