Jackie the Clipper

by They Might be Giants




That's an old photo
But yes, it's her
I'll tell you what I already told the cops
You'd better write this down, I don't want to repeat it
After we're done here I'd prefer to forget the name of

Jackie the Clipper
I used to know her well as well as someone ever could know her
Mind like a zipper
Honing her art while she was holed up in that darkened apartment
Nobody sicker, can't say I miss her
Not after what she did to anybody who'd submit to
Jackie the Clipper
No one has seen her since they fired her after all of the horror

If you've got nothing nice to say
There's nothing left to say

God, I'm tired
Can we end this soon?
All these questions wear me down
You'd better hit record, I don't want to repeat it
After we're done here I will try to erase the name of

Jackie the Clipper
I used to know her well as well as someone ever could know her
Mind like a zipper
Honing her art while she was holed up in that darkened apartment
It would be charity to say
That Jackie was careless, she wasn't careless
Jackie the killer
Jackie the overconfident and undercompetent butcher
Jackie the Clipper
No one has seen her since they fired her after all of the horror

If you've got nothing nice to say
We already know which one you mean
And if you've got nothing else to say
There's nothing left to say

Written by: John S. Linnell, John C. Flansburgh

Submitted by: Lira on March 23, 2019

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