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Jacks Are Wild (The Jacks) · Six Jumping Jacks, Vol. 1 (Harry Reser) · Union Jacks (The Babys) · The Cadets Meet the Jacks (The Cadets) · Jacks No Sekai (Jacks) · Jacks & Kings (The Nighthawks) · Telephone Blues (Eric Clapton) · Téléphone (Téléphone) · Give Me Your Telephone Number (Boilermaker Jazz Band) · Le Meilleur de Telephone (Téléphone) – and 90 other albums »


see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind

But
Don't go too far away
That doesn't work for me
In next few hours
All the killers will be free
No need to wander
Sit by the telephone
Just stay
a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed
Glanton’s men were killers all by trade
And through the prison bars a deal was made 
Glanton needed three new men 
Hired the lovelorn veteran
The killers
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed
some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you love is
supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three

Rain gonna come but
some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you love is
and chill) [Repeat: x3]

[Repeat: x4]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,

(Bailin' for safety we make it
Uh! Backwards!

c'mon! c'mon! c'mon! (c'mon!)

Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin
a strap, 
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat, 
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket, 
All teary eyed bout to take it
a strap, 
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat, 
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket, 
All teary eyed bout to take it
an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather 'round momma
They ask her when daddy's comin' home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
a murder after midnight

(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)

Say what?

3 or 4 minutes
like manure I'm pure sewer shite
Yeah that's right

Got a fat gat that I pack in my jock strap jack
Iron priapism killer jism in its nut sack
Boo
it up
Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown
[Mad Child] 

About to drill ya with a killer combo 
King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo 
Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for 
Rifle in
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
to jack 
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot 
Like a motherfucking thug disease 
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey