Jumping Jacks - Duke Special

Coffee on the breadline, town looks like a goldmine

Jumping like a flea from the suburbs to the sea

Widows and old couples sometimes courting trouble

A farmer with a rifle, tried to sell him all these bibles

Then I moved to kitchenware, much less controversial

Cleaning products for your stairs you saw in that commercial

I ain’t Jehovah’s Witness, the smile betrays the grimness

A suitcase is a store, with a foot stuck in the door

Jumping Jacks!

Bric a Brac!

Won’t you help a Salesman out?

Jumping Jacks!

Tit for Tat!

I’m a good man so help me out…

Convinced this is the Good Life, I cheated with a housewife

Her husband’s in the Police, keep it quick, make it discreet

The road, it has me hooked, convinced I’m not a crook

With an eye on the prize, got to lie just to survive

Oh my soul is hollow as an empty six pack

An act that’s hard to follow for poor old Jumping Jacks

I ain’t Jehovah’s Witness, the smile betrays a grimness

A suitcase is a store, with a foot stuck in the door