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Count the days into years |
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his eighty two brings many fears |
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Yesterday's laughter turned to tears |
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his arms and legs don't feel so strong |
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his heart is weak, there's something wrong |
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Opens windows in despair |
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tries to breathe in some fresh air |
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his conscience cries: "Get on your feet. |
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without you, Jack, the town can't eat". |
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Grocer Jack, grocer Jack. get off your back. |
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go into town. don't let them down. Oh no. no. |
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Grocer jack. grocer Jack. get off your back. |
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go into town, don't let them down, Oh no. no. |
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The people that live in the town |
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don't understand |
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He's never been known to miss his round, |
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"It's ten-o'clock", the housewives yell. |
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"When Jack turns up we'll 'give him hell." |
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Husbands moan at breakfast tables |
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No milk. no egg. no marmalade labels |
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Mothers send their children out |
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to Jack's house to scream and shout |
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Grocer Jack, grocer Jack. get off your back |
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come into town. don't let us down. Oh no. no. |
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Grocer Jack, grocer Jack. get off your back |
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come into town. don't let us down. Oh no. no. |
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A Sunday morning bright and clear |
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Lovely flowers decorate the marvellous square |
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People cry and walk away and think about the fateful day |
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Now they wish they'd given Jack more affection and respect |
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Little children dressed in black don't know what happened to old Jack |
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Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says, |
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you won't come back, oh no, oh no |
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Grocer Jack, grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says, |
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you won't come back, oh no, oh no |
