Jack, You're Dead Songtext
von Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Jack, You're Dead Songtext
When you got no more assurance
Then a great big o′ lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, youre dead
When a chick is smilin′ at you
Even though there's nothin' said
You stand there like a statue
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin′
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose′
When you get no kicks from lovin'
And you blow your top instead
It′s a fact that you ain't livin′
Jack, youre dead
INSTURMENTAL
When you just ain't got nobody
Since you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has sat in, daddy
Jack, youre dead
What′s the use of havin' muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you aint got no red corpuscles
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like ole man Mose′
When you get no kicks from lovin′
And the news begins to spread
All the cats will holler "murder"
Jack, youre dead
All the breath has leaked out of you
If your friends gather round the bed
And look at you and say "Mm mm, don't he look natural?"
Whan that happens to you, daddy Jack, youre dead
Then a great big o′ lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, youre dead
When a chick is smilin′ at you
Even though there's nothin' said
You stand there like a statue
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin′
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man Mose′
When you get no kicks from lovin'
And you blow your top instead
It′s a fact that you ain't livin′
Jack, youre dead
INSTURMENTAL
When you just ain't got nobody
Since you gone and lost your head
Rigor mortis has sat in, daddy
Jack, youre dead
What′s the use of havin' muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you aint got no red corpuscles
Jack, youre dead
You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just like ole man Mose′
When you get no kicks from lovin′
And the news begins to spread
All the cats will holler "murder"
Jack, youre dead
All the breath has leaked out of you
If your friends gather round the bed
And look at you and say "Mm mm, don't he look natural?"
Whan that happens to you, daddy Jack, youre dead
Writer(s): Walter Bishop, Dick Miles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com