G5 Jenny A5 Jenny you don't know the nights I hide C5 below a second storey room G5 to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser A5 he's got a silver coin C5 only lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away G5 D5 there's one rare and odd style of living A5 G5 D5 part only known to the everybody Jenny a comical where's the end parade A5 G5 of the sort people here would think unusual D5 Jenny C5 G5 D5 tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea C5 G5 D5 far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon (same as above) Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so to maybe amue o your mood is never giddy if you smile I'm delighted but you'd rather pout such a lazy child you dare fold your arms tisk and say that I lie there's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody Jenny the small step and giant leap takers got the head start in the race toward it Jenny tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon D5 that was a sigh C5 but not meant to envy you D5 when your age was mine some things were sworn true C5 morning would come Bb5 and calendar pages had A5 new printed seasons on G5 their opposite sides