THE TRUTH ABOUT JACK




There once was a boy named Jack
he was driven to talk smack
always on the attack
tried to control to distract
from the sad desperate fact
that he had a brain packed
with a giant sack
of shit for brains in fact

Everyone knew who Jack was in fact
Aware of this shit for brains fact
Felt sorry for Jack and his woeful life of crap
Thus put up with his disrespectful attacks

Jack had other issues too
Wore the same sweater vest
As he wore in high school
Looking like a continuous ridiculous tool
Deep down he knew he was a fool

Jack had even more issues than that
Played in a band pretending to be a man
But his prick was unfortunately perpetually limp
He knew he wasn't really a man but a gimp
So his girlfriend he tried to desperately pimp

If you see Jack stand back
He isn't worth smack
Just a sad desperate ass
That isn't worth a crap
That's the truth about Jack
Just keep walking and don't look back