Gertrude Lawrence - The Saga Of Jenny lyrics

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 She, herself, was going to trim the Christmas tree Christmas Eve she lit the candles—tossed the taper away Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas Day Poor Jenny! Bright as a penny! Her equal would be hard to find She lost one 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 Va**ar it was quite a blow That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no 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 And she got herself a husband—but he wasn't hers Jennt 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 Neighbour Policy Poor Jenny! Bright as a penny! Her equal would be hard to find Oh, pa**ion doesn't vanish In Portuguese or Spanish— But she would make up her mind Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one She would write her memoirs before she was done The very day her book was published, hist'ry relates There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states Poor Jenny! Bright as a penny! Her equal would be hard to find She could give cards and spade-ies To many other ladies— But she would make up her mind 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 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! [Alternative refrains] 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 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