Cotton Teeth

Good ol' Jack McGee,
Yeah, we all think you should go to the hospital,
And try to get some rest.

And 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 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 I know some place we can go,
To sing songs, backbones, pressed against Gibraltar.

Good ol' Jack McGee,
Yeah, we all think you should go to the hospital,
And try to get some rest.

And dear old sister Sue,
What would you do,
If the only incredible man you'd loved was gone.

Good ol' Jack McGee,
Yeah, we all think you should go to the hospital.