Jack

This is the house that Jack built.
This is the girl that lives in the house that Jack built.
This is the heart that lay in the girl that lives in the house that Jack built.
This is the man that broke the heart that lay in the girl that lives in the house that Jack built.
His name is Jack.
Them damn Jacks, always startin’ trouble. It really is about time for him to hit the road.
Because that girl that was layin’ up in that house, well, her name was Jill.
And she’s sick of runnin’ up and down hills with him and his love.
What he need with all that water anyway?
And she laughed – hard – when he fell. He deserved it.
And he wasn’t nimble and he wasn’t quick, ’cause when she caught him cheatin’ on her, she she beat him in the head with that candlestick.
Then he was jumpin’.
And Old Dame Dob wouldn’t patch his nod ’cause he’d pissed her off too.
Yeah Jack, get your bags packed – go ahead and hit the road.
Yeah, she’s keepin’ yo’ house, but you gotta go.
Hey, Sprat, you might not be big on fat, but she can’t eat no more of your crap.
Take your clubs, your spades, and your cold heart, too.
But she’s keepin’ the diamonds.