Jack, You re Dead
by 
Walter Bishop 
Dick Miles 
recording of 1999 
from 
Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan (MCA 12042) 
When you've got no more assurance 
Than a great big hunk of lead 
If you don't respond to romance 
Jack, you're dead! 
When a chick is smiling at you 
Even though there's nothing said 
If you stand there like a statue 
Jack, you're dead! 
You've been always kicking 
But you stubbed your toes 
When you ups and kicks the bucket 
Just like old man Mose 
When you get no kicks from loving 
And you blow your top instead 
It's a fact that you ain't living 
Jack, you're dead! 
If you just ain't got nobody 
Since you've gone and lost your head 
Rigor Mortis has set in daddy 
Jack, you're dead! 
What's the use of having 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 you ups and kicks the bucket 
Just like old man Mose 
When you get no kicks from loving 
And the news begins to spread 
All the cats will holler, "Murder!" 
Jack, you're dead! 
All the breaths leaked out of you 
When your friends gather round the bed 
And look at you and say, "Um, um, um, don't he look natural" 
When that happens to you, daddy 
Jack, you're dead!