For Jack, bless him, gone much too soon.
Come Back Jean-Louis
Got the beat, got the rythym, got the beat,
Got the rythym to the road, got the beat,
Then a tsch, t... t... tschhhhhh --
With a pow, k-pow, k-pow!
An' a flat tire, an old tire,
A bal-d-bal-d-bald, tire with a hole
With a nail
With a tsch, t... t... tschhhhhh,
And the air hits the air
Like a cymbal and the tire
Hits the road with a pl-t-pl-t-pl --
And the brass comes in with a
Hub cap r i i i n g on the road
And the brushes of the bushes
Give a tsch, t... t... tschhhhhh.
Then the jackajackajacka hear the jack
And the oop-t-oomp-t-oomp-ta --
As the wheel comes down
And the s q u e a l of the tire
On the road, it's a road it's a road, it's a
Rythym, got the rythym of the road, it's a
Road, got the rythym of the road, it's a
Road, got the road got the rythym got the road
Got the beat got the road got the beat got the road
Got the beat got the road got the beat
Yeah.'
YOU ARE READING
Come Back Jean-Louis
PoetryFor Jack, bless him, he died much too soon. This is another one with a beat, so SING IT! (and speed up a bit near the end).
