Marty McJack, he had a heart attack He grabbed his chest and took a breath and that was his last We put him in a box put the box in a hole Filled the hole with dirt and said some kind words for his soul But Marty McJack, he wanted to come back He loved his life so with a pocket knife he pried the box lid back He dug up through the dirt, and climbed back on to earth Brushed off his skin with a lipless grin he headed off to church The moon was shining high, an owl began to cry A chilly breeze it shook the leaves as Marty's corpse walked by A mist was on the ground, a black cat made no sound The church yard gate it creaked awake as Marty came around He walked into the church, and sat down on a pew The sun came out the bell it rang the congregation grew The Reverend he walked in cried my God I see a sin Marty McJack you have come back no this will never do Your eulogy was said, my friend you are quite dead Your rotting flesh is quite a mess you'll fill the town with dread We put you in a hole, we said God rest your soul Your flesh and bones must decompose you must go back below But Marty wasn't swayed, he sat there unafraid He took a look in the hymnal book and sang Oh Happy Day Our Lord is coming back, oh Reverend you've taught that Where Jesus leads I shall proceed so old McJack is back The years have moved along, now all his flesh is gone He spends his hours in pubs and bars unresting everyone He pours a swill of gin, into his skeleton His teeth and chin in constant grin as it pours out again And now my tale is told, we all are getting old The time will come when you are done and you'll be dead and cold And then you must decide, oh where you will reside Will you come back like M. McJack or stay down in your hole© 2004 Jeff Kelley