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Now this is the story of Jack & Jill and I don't mean the |
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couple who went up the hill, I just mean a couple of lovers |
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that live next door and their always battling' & I'm just |
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trying to keep the score. Their always petting' & poking' & |
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jabbing' & joking' & cueing' & crackin' and woein' & wrackin' |
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they keep neckin' & knocking' singing' & socking' shawking & |
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squeening & burning & freezing why he holds her hands as long |
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as he's able, but when he lets go she bops him with a table, |
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they start right in patting & pinching & clouding & clinching |
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their enjoying themselves having a good time. Now reverend Green |
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thought that he'll call one day on this nicely newly weds across |
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the way but just as the pastor knock on the door a straight right |
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connected "Mop" he hit the floor, they was petting & poking and |
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banging & bopping & cooing & kissing & hitting & missing they |
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kept on grooving & grieving & loving & leaving kicking & cracking & |
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ticking & tacking. |
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Now one night a neighbour tried some intervention but one short jab |
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knocked out his good intention, they started right in stewing & stabbing |
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and jiving & jabbing having a good time. Now once a lion escaped from a |
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circus train he strayed in Jack's & Jill's domain just then they got into |
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a towering rage the lion took one look & jumped back in to his cage they |
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started swotting & swinging & potting & playing, stomping & stabbing & |
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grooving & grasping they kept dancing & ducking, tripping & trucking, |
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potting & pleading & banging & bleeding, her mother said "I'll go right |
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in there & fetch her", but mum came out riding on a stretcher, they |
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started right in there hitting & holding, fainting & folding, they |
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was enjoying themselves having a good time |
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Now once a reporter called in on the wife just to gather some dither |
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on her hectic life, she told him she found no time for books, she always |
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busy ducking from left hooks, they were always swotting & swinging & |
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socking & singing & cutting & cuddling & messing & muddling they kept on |
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foundering & fussing & kissing & cussing & teasing & swotting & squeaking |
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& once a voice said "Stop! I'm the law." But all he stopped was a hay |
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maker to the jaw, they started in jiving & jumping & trobbing & thumping |
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they was enjoying themselves, you see they were in love ain't married |
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life wonderful hey will somebody call Dr Kildare is Dr Krishna in the house. |
