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've 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

(Kickin' 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, you wanted it all but the American dream

Was nothin' 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

(Kickin' back at 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

(Kickin' back at 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 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 are pictures, pictures