Paul Siebel - Miss Jones lyrics

Miss Jones is not my kind of girl She's so rich while I'm so poor She calls me up to wash her clothes But that's not what she wants me for She lets me drive her car all night But I must keep it out of sight Cause if her daddy catches me He'll beat me up and crush my knees When it's the hottest time of day And all the men are cutting hay I'm in the big house, clean and cool Breaking all the bossman's rules Now all the boys give me the eye They joke about some cherry-pie But it ain't easy to be on call And have to bounce like a rubber ball I'll take the poor girl who eats beans The kind who wears them old blue jeans She'll treat me like I was a king And not like a monkey on a string