Lyrics:
close to camp
He's a hungry driftin' tramp
Jack the lever and he's gone
Sing the Mule Packer's song
Chorus 2:
And you're up there all alone
Cept your
grej, mannen
We the new black lever som på New Jack, true
That, haffla med mitt crew, län
Och det här det bara latch, hah
Det här de bara latch
Jag hämtar
Make my day: pull the lever. Rolling up the jack pot, writing the mad plot, growing a legacy off of laptops.
Still catty, cornered as I build this
upset ya
We're going to reset ya system but you must relax yeah
You're ready, Jack pull the lever, look out for the flashes
No don't worry Robert this
dagen
Jag är 163 en rinkeby barn skriker ftp vi lever som på new jack
Jag är kvar i san siro kallas även för byn block
Där vi kastar sten mot snuten och
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up,
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your body
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your
(Dolly Parton)
He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor but I called him AppleJack
Now old
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of jack-a-lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad ---
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
I served with Jack Kennedy
I knew Jack Kennedy
Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine
Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!
This was the land that he worked by hand
It was the dream of an upright man
There
Go jack-rabbit running through the wood
You had a good night and you feel real loose
Heard they got you going round the goosecreek shed
Trying
(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service
(Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment
(Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic
(Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic
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