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