Jack Ain't Coming Back

You should see him now. Central America ain’t too south.
He’s tanned on the inside. Even more than on the out.
Though she’ll never see it. The girls they look at him.
Money goes far down there. Heck you should see his house. So.
Jack ain’t coming. Jack ain’t coming back.
He’s finally fitting in.
No, Jack ain’t coming back.
you won’t, see him, again.
Clap your hands, and won’t you sing along.
Maybe he’ll join you if you make it down to his bar.
Sing along and clap, clap your hands with me.
Maybe sign your name on a dollar, and stick it on the wall.
Cause
His love shines on the waves, another drink another day.
He lets his love flow, pied piper, from Ohio.
He misses you, but you wont see him again.
He hopes you’re doing better now, he smiles, and thinks of his old friends.
But