Cotton Teeth

Good old Jack McGee
Yeah we all think that you should go to a hospital
Try and get some rest
Dear old sister Sue
What would you do If the only incredible man you’d loved was gone
I’d sell
My soul
So I could give it back to him
I’d sell
My soul
So I could give it on back to him
To Mrs. Bo Peep
Please tell the children we did the best we could
Jack says now your silver can’t buy you nothing
Waiting outside I told some guys that I know some place we can go To sing songs backbones pressed against the Gibraltar
Good old Jack McGee
Yeah we all think that you should go to a hospital
Try and get some rest
Dear old sister Sue
What would you do If the only incredible man you’d loved was gone
Good old Jack Mcgee
Yeah we all think that you should go to a hospital