The Saga of Jenny

The Saga of Jenny - Teresa de la Torre/Xavier Algans/Rafael Sala/Albert Gumí

Written by：Kurt Weill

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

Jenny made her mind up when she was three

That she herself was going

To trim the christmas tree

Christmas eve she lit

The candles threw the tapers away

Little Jenny was an orphan on christmas day

Poor Jenny bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

She lost her dad and mother

A sister and a brother

But she would make up her mind

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

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

Jenny made her mind up at twenty two

To get herself a husband

Was the thing to do

So she got herself all

Dolled up in her satins and furs

And she got herself a husband

But he wasn't hers

Poor Jenny bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

This have to are as roses

But his to are colse es

She rood at dopes and mind

Jenny made her mind up at thirty nine

That she would take

A trip down to the argentine

She was only on vacation but the latins agree

Jenny was the one who started the good neighbor policy

Poor Jenny bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

Oh passion doesn't vanish

In portuguese or spanish

And she would make up her mind

Jenny made her mind up at fifty one

That she would write

Her memoirs before she was done

The day the book was published

History relates

There were wives who shot

Their husbands in some thirty five states

Poor Jenny bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

She could be has spnish

To many hoo a lady

She could to make up are minds

Jenny made her mind up at seventy five

That she would get to be

The oldest woman alive

But gin and rum and

Destiny play funny tricks

And poor Jenny kicked

The bucket at seventy six

Jenny points a moral

With which we 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 man 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