Tommy Tutone, 867-5309
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You give me something I could hold on to
I know you think I'm like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Foreigner, Juke Box Hero
In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change