I dressed up in my best, my ropers and my vest, and waited by the door with these roses. Then you came walking in with your highfalutin friends, so busy looking down your noses. Now here you are ignoring me, oh girl I might as well be. Walking to Jerusalem, marching with the Thuzalun, reading signs in every bay, and raving like a lunatic. By the time you tell me I'm the one, I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking to Jerusalem. Wore your boots last night, you kissed and held me tight, you said you'd always be my cowgirl. But tonight you're hanging out with your Christendale crowd, so where does that leave me now girl? You're as cold as polar regions, I ought to join the French Foreign Legion. And go walking to Jerusalem, marching with the Thuzalun, reading signs in every bay, and raving like a lunatic. By the time you tell me I'm the one, I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking to Jerusalem. I can see me in a long robe, studying the book of Job. And walking to Jerusalem, marching with the Thuzalun, reading signs in every bay, and raving like a lunatic. By the time you tell me I'm the one, I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking. By the time you tell me I'm the one, I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking to Jerusalem. You're walking to Jerusalem. You're walking to Jerusalem. You're walking to Jerusalem.