You Don't Know Jack

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You Don’t Know Jack © Mark Adam Miller/Jason Salzer/Alisa McCance Got a message from an old friend By the name of Jack Monroe He never lived outside the box Always walked the straight and narrow To my surprise he was a thousand miles From where I thought he’d be “No more wedding plans, no “I do’s” cause I can’t” Was exactly what he said to me He said, “I hit the wall then I hit the road I’m sippin drinks in Waikiki No more chandelier halls no more debutante balls No more chick flick DVD’s And I don’t like … and I can’t stand … And I hate the way your Momma treats me I dig the view from my chair with sand in my hair I can’t see me ever coming back You think you know me so well, it’s time that I tell you baby You don’t know Jack” Well I started thinking ‘bout Jack drinking In Paradise all alone So I packed a sack, and I called him back He said “aloha dude, come on!” At Jack’s bungalow spot my jaw just dropped When his fiancée’ opened the door She said “I finally got wise to livin those lies And this country girl wants a little more She said, “I hit the wall, then I hit the road To hang with Jack in Waikiki No more chandelier halls no more debutante balls Or chick flick DVD’s I don’t like … and I can’t stand … And I hate the way my Momma treats me I dig the view from my chair with sand in my hair I can’t see me ever coming back You think you know me so well, it’s time that I tell you Momma You don’t know Jack”