They Might Be Giants
Jackie the Clipper
That’s an old photo but yes it’s her
I’ll tell you what I already told the cops
You’d better write this down, I don’t want to repeat it
After we’re done here I’d prefer to forget the name of
Jackie the Clipper, I used to know her
Well, as well as someone ever could know her
Mind like a zipper, honing her art while she was
Holed up in that darkened apartment
Nobody sicker, can’t say I miss her
Not after what she did to anybody who’d submit to
Jackie the Clipper, no one has seen her since they
Fired her after all of the horror
If you’ve got nothing nice to say
There’s nothing left to say
God I’m tired, can we end this soon?
All these questions wear me down
You better press record, I don’t want to repeat it
After we're done here I will try to erase the name of
Jackie the Clipper, I used to know her
Well, as well as someone ever could know her
Mind like a zipper, honing her art while she was
Holed up in that darkened apartment
It would be charity to say
That Jackie was careless, she wasn’t careless
Jackie the killer, Jackie the overconfident
And undercompetent butcher
Jackie the Clipper, no one has seen her since they
Fired her after all of the horror
If you’ve got nothing nice to say
We already know which one you mean
And if you’ve got nothing else to say
There’s nothing left to say