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I live under glass in the British museum |
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I am wrinkled and black, I am ten thousand years |
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I once lost in business, I once lost in love |
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I took a hard fall, I couldn't get up |
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I was frozen out in the lean winter years |
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When the dollars were few and the faces were mean |
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I was frozen in business and frozen in love |
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I took a ten minute nap, man I never woke up |
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Old and lonely, dirty and cold |
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I'm a Jerdacuttup man |
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They stitched up my eyelids so l couldn't see |
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They sewed up my mouth so very carefuly |
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They stitched up the wound they had made in my side |
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They wrapped me up tight and they threw me inside |
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I tried to object but the words didn't come |
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Say, "You're making a mistake, boys, you've got the wrong one, |
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I'm a little out of shape, but I'm too young to go!" |
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But my throat just seized up and it started to snow |
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Old and lonely, dirty and cold |
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L'm a Jerdacuttup man |
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They soaked me in brine and thy stewed me in juice |
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Thy took out my eyes and replaced them with glass |
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And with skin made of leather, and teeth made of dice |
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I slept in the peat under ten feet of ice |
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I had no luck in business and no luck in love |
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I guess I'm a fool, you could say I'm a chump |
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I'm shrivelled and black and my bandage is torn |
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But my fingers are cold, won't you please take me home? |
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Old and lonely, dirty and cold |
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I am the Jerdacuttup Man |
