Clarissa Jones got bit on the heel by a rat and she hit 
it with a broom.
He ran to the corner and stood there grinning like he 
owned the god damn' room.
Clarissa Jones threw an iron at the rat and the rat 
just seemed to say, "Fine."
He twitched his tail in the corner and said, "You've 
got to go to sleep sometime."

Clarissa Jones's kid aged 16 hated his heavy old shoes.
He wanted fine strides like the studs on the street, 
and they'd know he'd been paying his dues.
Clarissa Jones's kid got busted, she was three days 
gettin' the news.
They gave him a meal, a shower and a uniform, and two 
old heavy shoes.

[CHO:]
Clarissa Jones where are you going, 
It's cold and the wind is blowing through your bones.
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?

Clarissa Jones carried bedpans, swept up, changed 
sheets and mopped the halls.
Jones knew them all.
Now Clarissa Jones sits in her window with her paper 
reading how they burned the next street flat.
She's reading about the trouble. She ought to write a 
letter saying "Hey, it never happened like that."

[CHO:]
Clarissa Jones where are you going, 
It's cold and the wind is blowing through your bones.
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?

Mr. William Hawkins rose early, shaved, dressed 
carefully and drank his tea.
He hit the desk at nine thanks to the Board of 
Opportunity.
On his very first day this boss went to great lengths 
to make him feel at home,
And his first assignment was a disposses on Miss 
Clarissa Jones.

[CHO:]
Clarissa Jones where are you going, 
It's cold and the wind is blowing through your bones
And where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?
Ah where, where, where is your man, Clarissa Jones?