Oh, Donna

Lyrics for Oh, Donna

Oh, Donna, you tell em, they're only screwing around Oh, Donna, you tell em, don't let their stupid jokes bring you down I know damn well under that shell Is the same kid I knew before, just a bit more irritated Still don't play sports, still last resort, still talks like Carl Sagan Assessing the gravity of any given situation Your words can be so misleading with improper tone or inflection Donna throws on The Roches or Counting Crows Oh, Donna, you tell em, don't let them push you around Oh, Donna, you tell em, they don't know what they're talking about Somehow make it to my front door but I scramble for my key Even this close to shore, a raft could use a rescue So to speak, you think so strategically Oh, why can't you see through their insecurities? So, you contemplate the sacred art of hanging back, a sideline top dog Pray for rain, for April showers for May to wait on us late bloomers Here's Donna now singing "Mr. Jones" Donna, you tell em, don't let them push you around Oh, Donna, you tell em, they don't know what they're talking about Donna, you tell em, they're only screwing around Oh, Donna, go and tell em, don't let their stupid jokes bring you down