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Wild Wild Life [Single] (Talking Heads) · Jack Good's Six-Five Special! Versus Jack Good's Oh Boy! (Jack Good) · The Jack Wild Album (Jack Wild) · Wild Wild West [1999 Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Deuces Wild/Call of the Wild (Frankie Laine) · Wild Wild Salsa (Puerto Rican Power Orchestra) · Wild Wild Love (Pitbull) · Wild Wild Young Men (Ruth Brown) · Los Vaqueros Wild Wild Mixes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wild Wild Young Women (Ruth Brown) – and 90 other albums »


vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end

Jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life
He might have had a happy home
Unconscious in Versailles 
Press play begin 
See my life flash by 
Oh neon wind 

Hiroshima mon amour 
I wake up in Chiang-Mai 
Think I must
Sitting by the fire, listening to the radio 
He knows his life will never be nothing but OK 
Sometimes at night you can hear Jack pray 
Jack worships
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!

This was the land that he worked by hand
The was the dream of an upright man
This
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
What's the use of havin' muscles 
If your life hangs by a thread 
If you ain't got no red corpuscles 
Jack, you're dead 

You been always kickin'
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!

You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels
Wee Jack was a lazy boy and this he didn't deny,
Whenever there was work to do, suddenly Jack was nowhere by.
His father called him "Lazy Jack", be
ch?boogie, woo woo
Woo woo, ch?boogie, choo choo, choo choo, ch?boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

Gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live
life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead

You been always kickin'
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks
ch'boogie
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, ch'boogie
So take me right back to the track, Jack!

I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live
choo choo, ch'boogie!
Woo woo, ooh ooh, ch'boogie!
Choo choo, choo choo, ch'boogie!
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

Gonna settle down by
I got a friend named Ramblin’ Jack
He’s got a face like a tumbled down shack
That’s been lived in too long to be torn down
He’s high on life
whoo ch'boogie
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live the life
are all singing as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging so they put you on the street

You go back Jack do it again wheels
choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

Gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live the life of Riley in the beaten-down shack
So
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Jack, he is a banker,
Jane, she is a clerk.
And the both of them are saving up their money
Then they come home from worka.
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Jane

Now, Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.
And the both of them are saving up their money...
Then they come home from work.
Sittin' by