* Joel claims he wrote the song about a real girl he tried to bed when he was a teenager.
* First four verses: I want to get in your pants, Virginia, please discard your silly religious strictures keeping you from my throbbing shmekel.
Fifth verse: You know, your Mother really ought to knock it off with her concern for your well-being by advising you to stay away from my throbbing shmekel and in fact if she really believed she’d be praying for me instead of worrying about your well-being.
Sixth verse: I want to get in your pants, Virginia, please discard your silly religious strictures keeping you from my throbbing shmekel.
Come out Virginia, don’t let ’em wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith
Oh I might as well be the one
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done
Only the good die young
That’s what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain’t too pretty we ain’t too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Aw but that never hurt no one
So come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal and I’ll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you’re hiding behind
Never let’s in the sun
Darlin’ only the good die young
Woah
I tell ya
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmm, and a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn’t give you quite enough information
You didn’t count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
(Oh woah woah)
They say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
I tell ya
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Well your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aw she never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah
Come out come out come out Virginia don’t let ’em wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Oh sooner or later it comes down to faith
Oh I might as well be the one
You know that only the good die young
I’m telling you baby
You know that only the good die young
Only the good die young
Only the good
Only the good die young
* Every grasping, rent-seeking immigrant is entitled to a white woman. Amidst all the obfuscatory grievance babble, the crux of the matter is laughably transparent. White betas had better just shut up and pay taxes — the elite’s pets need to eat, after all.
