whatever happened to jean the machine
she used to live down the hall from me
and all of the boys in the band
miss her so bad now
ain't it pitiful
she made her way from hungary
a refugee with a voice like callas
but somehow she couldn't get on
so she took it off
at the
the local palace
jean come back
jean come back
jean come back
my landlady said jean's a commie spy
and each time i asked for the reason why
my landlady said it's a front
she bumps and grinds codes
to an audience of immigrants
it blows my mind when i think of jean
every night with a new routine
'cos i play drums in the band
she used me as part
of her dirty commie plan
jean come back
jean come back
jean come back
jean come back
jean come back
jean come back