I just wanted to be good like Uncle Ray Lock up the fame chasers, toss the key away In your big red chair sorry if I don't know who you think you are But you can't overrule me cos a judge just ain't what you are, aha, aha Jessie I got your number They believe word you say aha, aha And you might fool your mother But you sure ain't foolin me no way-ay Jessie I got your number You work so hard at being nice, aha, aha And you might fool your mother Whatever gets you through night yeay-ay You sing so sweet that the birds fly away Boy don't ya listen to what she says All that jazz 'bout ho-w you'll go far Make up and camera live in 5-4-3..... She's gonna make you star, aha aha