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When you got no more assurance |
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Than a great big hunk o' lead |
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If you don't respond to romance |
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Jack, you're dead |
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When a chick is smilin' at you |
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Even though there's nothin' said |
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You stand there like a statue |
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Jack, you're dead |
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You been always kickin' |
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But you stubbed your toes |
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When you ups and kicks the bucket |
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Just like ole man Mose' |
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When you get no kicks from lovin' |
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And you blow your top instead |
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It's a fact that you ain't livin' |
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Jack, you're dead |
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When you just ain't got nobody |
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Since you gone and lost your head |
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Rigor mortis has set in, daddy |
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Jack, you're dead |
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What's the use of havin' muscles |
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If your life hangs by a thread |
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If you ain't got no red corpuscles |
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Jack, you're dead |
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You been always kickin' |
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But you stubbed your toes |
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When you ups and kicks the bucket |
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Just like ole man Mose' |
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When you get no kicks from lovin' |
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And the news begins to spread |
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All the cats will holler "murder" |
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Jack, you're dead |
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All the breath has leaked out of you |
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If your friends gather round the bed |
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And look at you and say "Mm mm, don't he look natural?" |
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When that happens to you, daddy Jack, you're dead |
