Dolly told me

That my beauty was beyond compare

I was grateful that she liked my hair

I did think it odd

That she called me Jolene

When everyone knows

My name’s Irene

 

She begged me not to take her man

But I chose to take him

In my caravan

She said she could never love again

So how come I saw her 

Making out with Stan!

 

She knew I could have 

My choice of men

And I would easily

Take her man 

 

I had no choice

So I said to her

Dolly, I don’t want to be mean

But you really are far too keen

 

He says you keep him up all night

He says that all you do is sing

And that your voice is like a coiled spring

And he finds it quite annoy- ing

 

I love it when he calls my name

Irene

Irene, ireennne …

C.K.23.