meet jack the bastard he s born without a face he breeds disaster everywhere he stays searching for his maker which he may never find his mama was a shaker with a sweet heart shaped behind he just goes any way the wind blows he doesn t know the way it doesn t matter which way the wheels roll he doesn t know the way meet jack the bastard oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard he s a manic mayday he s another attila the hun someone pissed in his wheaties no picnic for the father and son searching for gold in a coal mine just turns your fingers black from seattle to the carolines with a dead monkey on your back he just goes any way the wind blows he doesn t know the way it doesn t matter which way the wheels roll he doesn t know the way meet jack the bastard oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard he s a son of a bitch and he s bruised and he s pissed he s alone oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard  he just goes any way the wind blows he doesn t know the way it doesn t matter which way the wheels roll he doesn t know the way meet jack the bastard oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard he s a son of a bitch and he s bruised and he s pissed he s alone oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard oh no oh no no oh no no meet jack the bastard he s a son of a bitch and he s bruised and he s pissed he s alone oh no oh no no