That piece of a car in the drivewayTook us on our honeymoonIt broke down about halfwayBetween the courthouse and the motel roomBut you were right there beside meLookin' up under the hoodWith a cheap bouquet and grease on our faceGod, you never looked so goodChorusOh, Jenny you could have married betterFound yourself somebody that was well to doA millionaire instead of just a fellowWith a pocketfull of dreams and a hole in his shoeI saved a month of SundaysTo buy you a little gold bandIt's not as shiny these daysBut it's never left your handI keep hopin' before longWe'll have our house on the hillBut money to burn or nowhere to turnYou say that you'll love me stillRepeat chorus twice