Jack and Diane In The Real World

Here's a little ditty about Jack and Diane.
Two stupid kids trying to grow up fast as they can.
Know what happened out behind that cherry tree?
They forgot all about contraceptives ya see.
So nine months later there was a surprise,
and inflation is on the rise.
I bet it aint too funny.
Babies getting hungry, what ya gonna do for money?

Oh yea, life may go on,
but it'll be fucked up, don't say I'm wrong.
Oh yea, life may go on,
but I bet it turns out just like I sing in this song.

Work the kid when he's older, get a little use,
and if he steps out of line, give a little abuse.
Diane says don't do that, give her a little beating.
She thinks Jack should get a job so the family will be eating.
She don't know Jack's doing drugs out on the streets
and trying to make a sale to anyone he meets.
Diane's life revolves around the child and the sink.
She's not an alcoholic, it's only her fifteenth drink.

Oh yea, life may go on,
but it'll be fucked up, don't say I'm wrong.
Oh yea, life may go on,
but I bet it turns out just like I sing in this song.

Spent the whole day fighting, their voices horse.
Looks like Jack and Diane are gonna get a divorce.
Their son never had a real home.
Abuse and neglect is all he's ever known.
Jack and Diane may have seen better days
but now they are going their separate ways.
As the adults fight Jack Jr. hides under the bed.
That about wraps it up, I think it's 'nuff said.

Oh yea, life may go on,
but it'll be fucked up, don't say I'm wrong.
Oh yea, life may go on,
but I bet it turns out just like I sing in this song.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2001
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