Jackie is a punk
Judy is a runt
They went down to the Mudd Club
And they both got drunk

Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

Jackie is a bookie
Judy's taking loans
They both came up to New York
Just to see the Ramones

Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

And oh, I don't know why she wrote that letter
Oh no, oh no
Oh, I don't know why
We won't forget her
Oh no

Jackie's playing hooky
Judy's playing pool
They both got caught for cutting
Gotta go to summer school
Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

Jackie's scalping tickets
Judy's getting harassed
They both got kicked outside
They didn't have a backstage pass

Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

And oh, I don't why she wrote that letter
Oh no, oh no
Oh, I don't know why

Don't know what's on her mind
I don't know, no, I don't know
But I can't stand to see her crying
She's still crying, she ain't trying

She's going to get left behind
And nobody wants you, nobody wants you

Jackie is a punk
Judy is a runt
They went on down to Quarters
And they both got drunk
Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

Jackie's getting ugly
Judy's getting fat
They missed us in [?]
So they caught us at the Rat

Oh yeah
Whoa-oh

And oh, I don't know why she wrote that letter
Oh no, oh no
Oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why
And oh, I don't know why

Oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why
And oh, I don't know why

And oh, I don't know why
Oh, I don't know why
And oh, I don't know why...