Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Oh he's dumb, but he's tough
And he likes to shoot stuff
And he don't give a damn what you thinkSpends his days turning wrenches
And his nights chasing wenches
And he'll happily kick in your teeth
Oh, he'll happily kick in your teethWell he comes from Saint Jobe
Where he grew up with his mom
Lots of fish and this drunk MexicanAnd then he hopped a few trains
Just to ride off his pains
Now he's doing the best that he can
Oh, he's doing the best that he canHe's too proud to live
And too dumb to die
Lord knows that his momma triedAnd he's always meant well
Well, he's going to hell
But it's good to have jayne on your side
Oh, it's good to have jayne on your sideHe steals what he needs
From the big companies
And he don't fight for honor nor fameA night out with his gun
Is his idea of fun
And he thinks all yer Mudders are lame
Oh, he thinks all yer Mudders are lameHe's too proud to live
And too dumb to die
Lord knows how his momma triedAnd he's always meant well
But he's going to hell
Well it's good to have Jayne on your side
Oh, it's good to have Jayne on your sideOh he rolls with the Satans
But he don't do much hatin'
He don't need a lot from this worldJust a little more clutch
And some vittles and such
And just one night with some pretty girl
Oh, some trim from some fine looking girlHe's too proud to live
And too dumb to die
Lord knows how his momma she triedAnd he's always meant well
While he's going to hell
But it's good to have Jayne on your side
Oh, it's good to have Jayne on your sideJayne's dumb, but he's tough
And he likes to shoot stuff
And he don't give a damn what you thinkSpends his days turning wrenches
And his nights chasing wenches
And he'll happily kick in your teeth
Oh, he'll happily kick in your teeth