Our Jack Through Jack’s old brain the ideas fly, hardly stopping to say goodbye. He has to talk to a big group. He wrote his text. It follows soup. He wonders did he brush his teeth. His teeth feel Yes, to his relief. He did his tie. His shirt was white. Ready to go! All seemed alright. But things came loose. Jack was midway, his pages were in disarray. He had no choice. Keep on reading! No one noticed. Fears receding . It was over in the middle, and no one cared, not one piddle. The crowd it cheered. They loved old Jack. He was their man with no going back. (bridge) Oh Jack, Oh Jack! Jack was midway, his pages were in disarray. He had no choice. Keep on reading! No one noticed. Fears receding . It was over in the middle, and no one cared, not one piddle. The crowd it cheered. They loved old Jack. He was their man with no going back. With no going back.
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