Jelly Bean

Jelly Bean, Jelly Bean.
Well, that’s the name I picked for you.
And it fits you to-a-T.
Gonna tell you why it’s true.
‘Cause you’re sweet ‘n’ swell ‘n’ round
and a-pretty to the pound, Jelly Bean.

There’s a guy who lives in our block,
his name is Curly Carr.
Each night he comes around the street packin’ his guitar.
He stops at Jelly Bean’s house, that pretty little thing,
bows his head and bends his knees you oughta hear him sing.

Jelly Bean, Jelly Bean.
Well, that’s the name I picked for you.
And it fits you to-a-T.
Gonna tell you why it’s true.
‘Cause you’re sweet ‘n’ swell ‘n’ round
and a-pretty to the pound, Jelly Bean.

Jelly Bean comes to the window,
she listens for a while.
Never even blinks her eye, always in a smile.
She tosses up her pretty curls and, as she turns to go,
she packs his guitar on more time and sings his tale of woe.

Jelly Bean, Jelly Bean.
Well, that’s the name I picked for you.
And it fits you to-a-T.
Gonna tell you why it’s true.
‘Cause you’re sweet ‘n’ swell ‘n’ round
and a-pretty to the pound, Jelly Bean.

Jelly Bean. Oh, Jelly Bean. Mm, Jelly Bean…