Jacq be nimble, Jacq be quick. . .


I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right.
I'm jumpin' Jacq flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm jumpin' Jacq flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
.
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm jumpin' Jacq flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!

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5 comments:

sorrow11 said...

The funny thing is, he looks like a woman I once dated...
sigh
now what does that say?

mig bardsley said...

Omg! I go away for a week and come back to find you've gone purple poppy watching!
Big big hugs.
Feel better soon.
(and enjoy the poppies :
xxx)

I, like the view, still said...

sorrow that you have great taste in women?!

;-)

mig I know. . . :-(

the petals have fallen off already, but I love the seedheads and there are some more still wrapped un and ready to flower

:-)

Mel said...

Mig's back, too!

:-)

Now I'm doubly happy!!!!!!


And frankly, I'm quite content with the last tune--but I'm game for a bit of The Rolling Stones!

dinahmow said...

Well, I hope you reach your plateau soon. And without too much tooh ache!