My heart\'s been broken, it\'s sorrow and sad
For things, I\'ve done, for being Jack, the lad.
Lots at being naughty and none being good
Twice pinching a penny, if why not if I could.
Sorry addicts at acting, no playwright for me.
Trying for greatness when I was born at sea.
Bouncing on bungalows, I locked up a house.
I didn\'t really do all this, I\'m quiet as a mouse.
From getting along, I say I\'m not wrong.
If I heard any footsteps, then I\'d be gone.
Tractors on tow while driving too fast.
Pulled over thrice and was banned at last.
Got caught up in the town, oh sinful duties.
Got caught up in the proper, oh wicked beauties.
Was released from my heart, a broken one.
Together brother helps me and let\'s get done.
I helped the wicked, the wicked took all
It turned me over, I was too weak to fall.
Centuries ago I was reincarnated as me,
To make the bad look useful, now you see.
Study the downfalls then live in a gutter.
Talk nice and politely to hear just a mutter.
Mother Teresa, with her majestical hands.
Help me write poetry with love in the sands.
Bent over backwards if you stand upright.
Number Nick again and handcuffs too tight.
Like Tom and Jerry, but which ones the cat.
Back to the beginning with Jack and his lad.