Jack, You’re Dead Songtext
von Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Jack, You’re Dead Songtext
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don′t respond to romance
A-Jack you dead
When a chick is smiling at you
Even though there's nothing said
You stand there like a statue
A-Jack you dead
You been always kicking
But you stub your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It′s a fact that you ain't living
A-Jack you dead
When you just ain't got nobody
Seems you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has set in, daddy
A-Jack you dead
What′s the use of having muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you ain′t got no red corpuscles
A-Jack you dead
You been always kicking
But you stub your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And the news begins to spread
All the cats holler murder
A-Jack you dead
And all the breath has leaked out of you
And your friends all gather 'round your bed
And they look at you and they say
"Hmm, don′t he look natural?"
Well when that happens to you, daddy
A-Jack you dead
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don′t respond to romance
A-Jack you dead
When a chick is smiling at you
Even though there's nothing said
You stand there like a statue
A-Jack you dead
You been always kicking
But you stub your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It′s a fact that you ain't living
A-Jack you dead
When you just ain't got nobody
Seems you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has set in, daddy
A-Jack you dead
What′s the use of having muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you ain′t got no red corpuscles
A-Jack you dead
You been always kicking
But you stub your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And the news begins to spread
All the cats holler murder
A-Jack you dead
And all the breath has leaked out of you
And your friends all gather 'round your bed
And they look at you and they say
"Hmm, don′t he look natural?"
Well when that happens to you, daddy
A-Jack you dead
Writer(s): Walter Bishop, Dick Miles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

