Lyrics:
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,
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
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
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
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
But they'd better bring a gun
Jack Johnson's made of iron he's all counter punch and run
Yonder comes Jack Johnson
Like he owns the town
But they'd better bring a gun
Jack Johnson's made of iron he's all counter punch and run
Yonder comes Jack Johnson
Like he owns the town
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
(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 ---
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
les Souterrains
Des visions do Cody, Sartori a Paris
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city
There's a postcard we're all seen before
Buck
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
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