| 歌曲 | Dear Jean (I'm Nervous) |
| 歌手 | City Boy |
| 专辑 | Young Men Gone West |
| 作曲 : Mason, Slamer | |
| Mason-Slamer | |
| Dear Jean, Dear Jean | |
| Can I appeal to your better nature? | |
| I'm not the boy I was a week or two ago. | |
| I lost my head halfway through your lecture, | |
| I blew a fuse but how were you to know | |
| Dear Jean | |
| You should report this bizarre behaviour | |
| Puff out your rosy reds, and blow me away | |
| One little smile you could be my saviour | |
| I'd be teacher's pet if you asked me to stay | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I nearly died when I first set eyes on your fulsome fig | |
| Even your teeth are geometry, on your lobes I linger | |
| Each night mother Moon sees me stealing by your ro | |
| I can hear you breathing, | |
| I close my eyes, there's a tingle in my thigh, | |
| are those fingers teasing | |
| I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, silly me. | |
| He's nervous, I'm nervous, he's nervous, so tell me, | |
| Dear Jean | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I'm amateur, but I know you can teach me, | |
| I may be green, but I'm ready to learn. | |
| And if you want me to surrender completely | |
| Take off your mortar board and make me a man | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I can't believe, do my eyes deceive, is the door wide open? | |
| Here I go, standing on tippy toe, happy heart full of hoping. | |
| Oh but what can I do? I'm my own poor fool, | |
| now my dreams come crashing | |
| As you share all the joys with my own head-boy | |
| in a scene full of passion | |
| I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, what a fool. | |
| He's nervous, I'm nervous, a nervous little fool. | |
| Dear Jean, Dear Jean .. ... |
| zuò qǔ : Mason, Slamer | |
| MasonSlamer | |
| Dear Jean, Dear Jean | |
| Can I appeal to your better nature? | |
| I' m not the boy I was a week or two ago. | |
| I lost my head halfway through your lecture, | |
| I blew a fuse but how were you to know | |
| Dear Jean | |
| You should report this bizarre behaviour | |
| Puff out your rosy reds, and blow me away | |
| One little smile you could be my saviour | |
| I' d be teacher' s pet if you asked me to stay | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I nearly died when I first set eyes on your fulsome fig | |
| Even your teeth are geometry, on your lobes I linger | |
| Each night mother Moon sees me stealing by your ro | |
| I can hear you breathing, | |
| I close my eyes, there' s a tingle in my thigh, | |
| are those fingers teasing | |
| I' m nervous, he' s nervous, I' m nervous, silly me. | |
| He' s nervous, I' m nervous, he' s nervous, so tell me, | |
| Dear Jean | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I' m amateur, but I know you can teach me, | |
| I may be green, but I' m ready to learn. | |
| And if you want me to surrender completely | |
| Take off your mortar board and make me a man | |
| Dear Jean | |
| I can' t believe, do my eyes deceive, is the door wide open? | |
| Here I go, standing on tippy toe, happy heart full of hoping. | |
| Oh but what can I do? I' m my own poor fool, | |
| now my dreams come crashing | |
| As you share all the joys with my own headboy | |
| in a scene full of passion | |
| I' m nervous, he' s nervous, I' m nervous, what a fool. | |
| He' s nervous, I' m nervous, a nervous little fool. | |
| Dear Jean, Dear Jean .. ... |