With my mom and dad You went through the ceiling And got terribly mad There were acquisitions In your sly, unfunny jokes What's wrong in a girl's going home To see her folk's folks? . . . (laugh) You're jealous, you're jealous And that means that you're also in love 'Cause when fellas get jealous That means they love the girl they're jealous of Jean had a slumber-party And invited her girl friends A "girls only" party For girls and not for men But you came there a-knockin' On the door and made me cry You had some stupid reason That you gave for coming by . . . (laugh) You're jealous, you're jealous