JACK D

I was lookin' in the cupboard for my bottle of ol' Jack-D,
Back behind the plasty dishes, where I knew it oughter be,
But when I couldn't find it there, I called for my ol' lady,
But she just couldn't answer, she was so darn tipsy.

Honey, ya knows I love ya, that you are my cute Sweet Pea,
I's picked you over Suzie and good ol' Mary Leigh,
But if you ever touch my bottle of good ol' Jackie-D,
There'll be one less lady here, and you knows who that'll be.

A lotsa things I pardon, a good guy I can be,
But my bottle of Jack Daniels, is where the line she be,
Don't ever reach behind the plates, or take a sip you see,
That'll end it all for you then, cuz' I'll keep my ol' Jack-D.