Jan the Best

I like to drink pink lemonade, like to park my car in the shade
I like to look at a starry night, like it when my jeans don’t fit so tight
All of this stuff’s okay, I guess… but I like Jan the best
I like Jan the best
I like to play a guitar with brand new strings, and the way David Bowie sings
I like the feeling I get when I write a song and fantasise the world’s singing
along
Yeah, it’s all fine and good, I guess… but I like Jan the best
I like Jan the best
She don’t always know just what I’m thinking, but somehow she knows when I’m
feeling down
When we’re alone, we can laugh for hours… or sometimes we’ll just hold each
other, not make a sound
I like her curly hair shining in the sun; her skinny shoulders make me come
undone
I like knowing tomorrow is gonna be another day she sticks it out with me
Of all life’s pleasures and joys, I guess I like Jan the best
I like Jan the best, I like Jan the best