Jerry Was A Clerk - Andy Shauf

Me and a couple friends, we had a big idea

About getting money and getting out of here

We were wide-eyed dreamers of wealth

We were getting tired of killing time

Filling up our heads with cheap wine

Jerry had a van so we could make our escape

He would say, 'boys our time has come

To live among the privileged ones'

Now it was Jerry’s plan but we all agreed

Skip town and split the money up evenly

Lay low 'til the winter rolled in

He said 'I know an old farmer doesn’t trust the bank

Keeps his money buried out behind his water tank

He told me once when he was out of his mind'

'Oh, boys our time has come

To live among the privileged ones'

Now Jerry had a girl, the only one of us

To ever have one last and so no questions asked

She’d be the fourth one involved

Her name was Mary-Anne and she was nice enough

Always a cashier, only once in love

With Jerry — the dreamer and the clerk

Who said 'Boys our time has come

To live among the privileged ones'

So on that Friday night on which we all agreed

We took our shovels and crept out carefully

Through the farmyard darker than sin

The plan went off without a hitch

'Til we passed the chicken coop and Mary tripped

Turned the hens to sirens in the night

And when the farmhouse lights turned on

A warning shot rang out into the dawn

And we ran like hell for Jerry’s van

But when we arrived we were only three

And while Jerry’s greed fed gas to the engine

His words showed us a coward we’d never seen

As he said 'Boys our time has come

We’re gonna save ourselves and live among the privileged ones'