The Saga Of Jenny (Dee Dee Bridgewater)

Jenny made her mind up when she was three She herself was going to trim the Christmas tree Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas day Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find She lost one dad and mother, a sister and a brother But she would make up her mind Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve That into foreign languages she would delve But at seventeen to Vassar, it was quite a blow That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find To Jenny I'm beholden, her heart was big and golden But she would make up her mind Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two To get herself a husband was the thing to do She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs And she got herself a husband--but he wasn't hers Poor Jenny, bright as a penny Her equal would be hard to find Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses That she would make up her mind Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one She would write her memoirs before she was done The very day her book was published, history relates There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five She would live to be the oldest woman alive But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six Jenny points a moral with which you cannot quarrel Makes a lot of common sense Jenny and her saga prove that you're gaga If you don't keep sitting on the fence Jenny and her story point the way to glory To all man and womankind Anyone with vision comes to this decision Don't make up your mind