Jerry Was A Clerk

Me and a couple friends, we had a big idea About getting money and getting out of here We were wide eyed dreamers of wealth We were getting tired of killing time Filling up our heads with cheap wine Jerry had a van so we could make our escape He would say, 'boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones' Now it was jerry's plan but we all agreed Skip town and split the money up evenly Lay low 'til the winter rolled in He said, i know an old farmer doesn't trust the bank Keeps his money buried out behind his water tank He told me once when he was out of his mind 'Oh boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones' Now jerry had a girl, the only one of us To ever have one last and so no questions asked She'd be the fourth one involved Her name was mary anne and she was nice enough Always a cashier, only once in love With jerry the dreamer and the clerk Who said, 'boys our time has come to live among the privileged ones' So on that friday night on which we all agreed We took our shovels and crept out carefully Through the farmyard darker than sin The plan went off without a hitch 'Til we passed the chicken coop and mary tripped Turned the hens to sirens in the night And when the farmhouse lights turned on A warning shot rang out into the dawn And we ran like hell for jerry's van But when we arrived we were only three And while jerry's greed fed gas to the engine His words showed us a coward we'd never seen As he said, boys our time has come, we're going to save ourselves and live among the privileged ones