I like to drink pink lemonade, like to park my car in the shade,
I like to look at a starry night, like it when my jeans don't fit so tight.

All of this stuff's okay, I guess...but I like Jan the best,
I like Jan the best.

I like to play a guitar with brand new strings, and the way David Bowie sings,
I like the feeling I get when I write a song and fantasise the world's singing along.

Yeah, it's all fine and good, I guess...but I like Jan the best,
I like Jan the best.

She don't always know just what I'm thinking, but somehow she knows when I'm feeling down,
When we're alone, we can laugh for hours...or sometimes we'll just hold each other, not make a sound.

I like her curly hair shining in the sun; her skinny shoulders make me come undone,
I like knowing tomorrow is gonna be another day she sticks it out with me.

Of all life's pleasures and joys, I guess I like Jan the best,
I like Jan the best, I like Jan the best.