This is the story of Jennifer Rune
Thought she could carry a tune
Sang for a dollar, a dance, or a light
Down at the old Purple Moon
Handing her flowers and pushing his mite
Dapper man, Harry D. Sykes
He clowned around with her, dancing all night
Under the colorful lights
Saturday night they would line up the block
Waiting to dance, with delight
All the king's horses, with all of their gear
Wanting the queen of the night
Enter a girl at the old Purple Moon
Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
You'll never hear her name mentioned again
Look for it, don't look for it twice
One night a girl with a rose at the Moon
Promised ol' Harry a flight
Spinning in air while the room settled in
Floating with eyes upon eyes
Lifting her gently, they floated in air
Forever being in glide
Never not knowing they both were the one
For each other, for life
Jennifer Rune cut a tooth at The Moon
What comes around went around twice
She's growing old at the old Purple Moon
Harry and Mary are tied
You too, can come to the old Purple Moon
It's down on Prospect, near Vine
Open 'til two o'clock during the week
Three o'clock Saturday night
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
This is the story of Jennifer Rune
Thought she could carry a tune
Sang for a dollar, a dance, or a light
Down at the old Purple Moon
Handing her flowers and pushing his mite
Dapper man, Harry D. Sykes
He clowned around with her, dancing all night
Under the colorful lights
Saturday night they would line up the block
Waiting to dance, with delight
All the king's horses, with all of their gear
Wanting the queen of the night
Enter a girl at the old Purple Moon
Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
You'll never hear her name mentioned again
Look for it, don't look for it twice
One night a girl with a rose at the Moon
Promised ol' Harry a flight
Spinning in air while the room settled in
Floating with eyes upon eyes
Lifting her gently, they floated in air
Forever being in glide
Never not knowing they both were the one
For each other, for life
Jennifer Rune cut a tooth at The Moon
What comes around went around twice
She's growing old at the old Purple Moon
Harry and Mary are tied
You too, can come to the old Purple Moon
It's down on Prospect, near Vine
Open 'til two o'clock during the week
Three o'clock Saturday night
