This is the song of little Jo,
She’s not the girl I used to know,
Forever screaming all the day and night.
She used to be a diplomat,
But now she’s down the Laundromat.
They washed her mind
And now she finds it hard.

I know her name,
But now she never seems the same.
She don’t talk to me,
’Cos she can’t take no sympathy.

Because she’s highly strung,
So highly strung, she’s undone.

She’s stepping out upon the ledge,
She’s got a gun against her head.
She’s wired up to blow the power line.
She’s walking out upon the knife,
She’ll take you to the edge of life;
Just like the song,
The pressure’s on again.

I know her name,
But now she never seems the same.
She don’t talk to me,
‘Cos she can’t take no sympathy.

Because she’s highly strung,
So highly strung, she’s undone.

This is the song of little Jo,
She’s not the girl I used to know.