Lyrics

Black Jack thinks that life is fun Takes his shirt off in the sun Every day is a holiday Always rolling in the hay He don't really care a dime Give him a dollar, and he'll feel fine He'll spend his money on sun tan oil Then his body begins to boil How's that, Black Jack? To the sea, to cool his skin Cool waters lapping 'round his chin The sun still haunting our fair land Oh, see him horsing, it makes me mad He don't really care a dime Give him a dollar, and he'll feel fine He'll spend his money on sun tan oil Then his body begins to boil Black Jack thinks that life is fun He'll take his shirt off in the sun Every day, a holiday He's always horsing in that hay He don't really care a dime Give him a dollar, and he'll feel fine He'll spend his money on sun tan oil Then his body begins to boil How's that, Black Jack? Life is fun when you're young Oh, so young And numb the fun