"Oh, Donna" lyrics

Oh, Donna
You tell 'em
They're only screwing around
Oh, Donna
You tell 'em
Don't let their stupid jokes bring you down

I know damn well
Under that shell is the same kid I knew before
Just a bit more irritated
Still don't play sports, still last resort
Still talks like Carl Sagan

Assessing the gravity
Of any given situation
Your words can be so misleading
With improper tone or inflection
Donna throws on The Roches or Counting Crows

Oh, Donna
You tell 'em
Don't let them push you around
Oh, Donna
You tell 'em
They don't know what they're talking about

Somehow make it to my front door
But I scramble for my key
Even this close to shore
A raft could use a rescue-ee
So to speak
You think so strategically
Oh, why can't you see
Through their insecurities?

So you contemplate the sacred art of
Hanging back, a sideline top dog
Pray for rain, for April showers
For May to wait on us late bloomers

Here's Donna now
Singing, 'Mr. Jones'

Donna
You tell 'em
Don't let them push you around
Oh, Donna
You tell 'em
They don't know what they're talking about

Donna
You tell 'em
They're only screwing around
Oh, Donna
Go and tell 'em
Don't let their stupid jokes bring you down