| Hey Jack, what’s in the sack?
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| What’s in the sack
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| That you’re carrying on your back
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| Jack?
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| It bounces and it moves
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| I think that I can hear it talk
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| It makes you go so slowly
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| And stumble when you walk
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| I know they say that you’re deranged
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| And I think that it’s alive
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| I know that something’s very strange;
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| I think you have someone inside
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| Now I know I heard a voice
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| It sounded like a cry
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| I thought I heard a whimper
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| But I don’t want to pry
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| Its heavin' and it’s movin'
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| And it’s rollin' out the door
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| It’s little Billy Nicholson--
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| Say what’d you have him in there for?
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| Hey Jack, what’s in the sack?
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| What’s in the sack
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| That you’re carrying on your back
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| Jack? |