Mary Jones

Couldn’t tell lies, wouldn’t throw stones — everybody here’s a friend of mine,
don’t you know?
Oh, don’t you know?
When you look at Mary what do you see?
Your little darling baby girl, ain’t it so?
Oh, ain’t it so?
Well everybody here’s a friend of mine so you know
Everybody here’s a friend of mine so you know
Mr. Jones, don’t tell your daughter, everybody knows where she’s been
Don’t fret about her — everybody knows, Mr. Jones, about your daughter
Everybody knows where she’s been
She’s been a busy girl, a busy girl of sorts…
Catwalk cloths, a car for her beau, it’s quite a lot for a scretary, you see?
Oh, but it might be me
If it’s fine with you, it’s fine with me too
I just had to make sure you knew, did you know?
Oh! You didn’t know!
Well, everybody here’s a friend of mine, so you know
Everybody here’s a friend of mine, so you know
Just so you know…
Mr. Jones, don’t tell your daughter, everybody knows where she’s been
Don’t fret about her — everybody knows, Mr. Jones, about your daughter
Everybody knows where she’s been
She’s been a busy girl, a busy girl of sorts…
Well, everybody knows what she’s up to but she acts like we were all born
yesterday
She keeps her cards close to her breast just like the head of her latest
customer
And she was once a friend of mine, don’t you know?
Yeah, she was once a friend of mine
Eh? Eh?! Hey!
Mr. Jones, don’t tell your daughter, everybody knows where she’s been
Don’t fret about her — everybody knows, Mr. Jones, about your daughter
Everybody knows where she’s been
She’s been a busy girl, a busy girl of sorts…
Mr. Jones, don’t tell your daughter, everybody knows where she’s been
Don’t fret about her — everybody knows, Mr. Jones, about your daughter
Everybody knows where she’s been, been, been