Now Jerry was no architect
  But she sure knew how to put out all the lights
  I once watched her walk right
  Through a plate glass window
  And never even look hack
  Now here I am talking about all her good points
  I never did think she had any bad
  Though friends told me she could be cruel
  And vicious
  At one time she was the best friend that I had
  And I hope she can hear
  I hope she feels good
  I hope she was the best or everything
  And I hope she feels like a million dollars
  And I hope she knows I was always honest
  Now Jerry was a main-line angel
  She never came home at night
  She slept where the wind would take her
  In her P.V.C thigh length boots
  Make-up black and solid
  Fingernails bitten by teeth so close
  To perfection only marred by
  Seven years of obvious fake prescriptions
  That were one way or making
  Sure that she never saw the daylight
  Before wearing her sunglasses over
  Breakfast with her Italian girlfriend
  In a post blitz kid stupor
  Saying "How ya doin', Davy boy"
  You know you're such a trooper
  And I hope you feel good
  And I hope you feel like a million dollars
  And I hope you know that I was
  Always.... honest