Papa Jack Wants to turn Back the clock
And reach out To the kids He once had Who have flown
Papa Jack In decline Feels inclined To reach out
To the kids He once had Who have flown
* But there was a time When the kids reached up
And Papa Jack just pushed them away
Looking deep In his heart Papa Jack Doesn't like
What he sees Or the time On his hands
The dying day The chilly sun Papa Jack All alone
Sings slow Grieving and low
(Oh, Papa Jaaaack) (Oh, Papa Jaaaack)
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