You Don't Know Jack

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”