Rick Springfield - Jessie's girl - Literal version

Alley graffiti; Couple vandalized the brick wall behind. Close-up on my face as I sing this song of mine; 'Bout bein' jealous for a girl; it's a long extended whine. Band's in the alley behind. Then they're not behind me all at once; they just vanished. Then once again I play guitar with them behind. Now close-up on my face, lights, then play dirge. Wearing white slacks and a black shirt! See woman's eyes by light through a crack. I smile, but they should get a room. I guess she's not into my seventies clothes. He looks twenty, I look thirty. Watch them go in my gloom. They're sucking face; I wasn't kidding when I said they need a room. Back in the alley with the guys; Alone again; graffiti says her name's Patty. Once again, my band and guitar pop into sight. Back in front of the lights in my black shirt! We look nice: we don't dress like dirt! Can you still buy nice clothing like that? Like this black shirt? This used to bring me lots of girls! Why would they like those vermin-- Bands made of guys dressed like mangy rats? Now get a look at my spare tire waistline. Gal in my mirror looks kind of creepy. I look funny; should I fool with hairlines? I'll smash this mirror to show I'm angry! Take five! Last time you'll see this great three piece suit! Back up before the lights in my black shirt! Who cares about that Jessie jerk? Now watch my arm work. What's on your mind? Did you think of that? Jessie, you cur! You're lame, and I'm much sexier! Wonder where you went with her...