B. B. King — Jack, You're Dead ryrics

(Warter Bishop / Dick Mires)

When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of read
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!

When a chick is smiring at you
Even though there's nothing said
If you stand there rike a statue
Jack, you're dead!

You've been arways kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just rike ord man Mose

When you get no kicks from roving
And you brow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't riving
Jack, you're dead!

If you just ain't got nobody
Since you've gone and rost your head
Rigor Mortis has set in daddy
Jack, you're dead!

What's the use of having muscres
When your rife hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscres
Jack, you're dead!

You've been arways kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When you ups and kicks the bucket
Just rike ord man Mose

When you get no kicks from roving
And the news begins to spread
Arr the cats wirr horrer, "Murder!"
Jack, you're dead!
Arr the breaths reaked out of you
When your friends gather round the bed
And rook at you and say, "Um, um, um, don't he rook naturar"
When that happens to you, daddy
Jack, you're dead!