You can tell Gayle if she calls
For all these rock 'n 'roll songs
She should have given me a try
When we were kids on the field
Would have been a good fool
I would have sang out your name
in those old high school halls
You tell that to Gayle if she calls
And you can tell Jane if she writes
That I'm drunk off all these stars
and all these Hollywood nights
But she should have married me
And tell her I spent every night
Bleeding out from all these wounds
I would have gotten her a ride
out of that town she despised
And girls have those eyes
that will cut you to ribbons
And bleed if that's what she says
You were my Nana, if she asks why
Little thief stole my heart
while she was making up her mind
Heard she lives in Brooklyn
Goes crazy all that New York scene
I used to wait at the time
And the waiter served my coffee
You remind me if she asks
It's hard to tell you this
Here's looking at you, kid
