Saga of Jenny

Lyrics

[Intro] There once was a girl named Jenny Whose virtues were varied and many Excepting that she was inclined Always to make up her mind And Jenny points a moral With which you cannot quarrel As you will find [Verse 1] Jenny made her mind up when she was three She herself was going to trim the Christmas tree Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas day [Chorus] Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find She lost one dad and mothеr A sister and a brother But she would makе up her mind [Verse 2] Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve That into foreign languages she would delve But at seventeen to Vassar, it was quite a blow That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no [Chorus] Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find To Jenny I'm beholden Her heart was big and golden But she would make up her mind [Verse 3] Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two To get herself a husband was the thing to do She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs She got herself a husband—but he wasn't hers [Chorus] Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find Deserved a bed of roses But history discloses That she would make up her mind [Verse 4] Jenny made her mind up at thirty-nine She would take a trip to the Argentine She was only on vacation but the Latins agree Jenny was the one who started the Good Neighbor Policy [Chorus] Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find Oh, passion doesn't vanish In Portuguese or Spanish But she would make up her mind [Verse 5] Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one She would write her memoirs before she was done The very day her book was published, history relates There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states [Chorus] Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find She could give cards and spadies To many other ladies But she would make up her mind [Verse 6] Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five She would live to be the oldest woman alive But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six [Outro] Jenny points a moral With which you cannot quarrel Makes a lot of common sense Jenny and her saga Prove that you are gaga If you don't keep sitting on the fence Jenny and her story Point the way to glory To all men and womankind Anyone with vision Comes to this decision Don't make up You shouldn't make up You mustn't make up Oh, never make up Anyone with vision Comes to this decision Don't make up your mind!