The Clash - Janie Jones Lyrics

He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned, whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa
He don't like his boring job, no

He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned, whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa
He don't like his boring job, no

And he knows what he like to do
He knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady
And he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done, he'll be over in his car for you

He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned, whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa
He don't like his boring job, no

In the in-tray, lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko

He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned, whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa
He don't like his boring job, no

And the invoice it don't quite fit
No payola in his alphabetical file
'Cept for the government, man
And he's just gonna really tell the boss
He's gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad

He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa
He's in love with gettin' stoned, whoa
He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa
He don't like his boring job, no, no, no

Let them know, let them know