I found a transcription from an unknown author (I think he's an ethnomusicologist and these were course notes of some kind) in a weird online compilation today. I have placed Susanne's lyrics in caps where the other transcriber was uncertain, but I favor the other transcriber's "Borstal" - those were a kind of youth prison in the UK (first one est. at the village of Borstal near Rochester, Kent) until they were replaced in 1982 with "youth custody centres." Of course, John P could clear this up rather quickly... please??? === Jack the Lad (by John Pole, as sung by Frankie Armstrong) Frankie Armstrong: Songs and Ballads Topic 12TS273 B:1 Where's Jack the Lad, THEN, SNUFFED IT AIN'T HE? A lady just found him dead Cold as the pavement and smelling sour So much methadone, so much methadone, so much methadone inside his head There's loads of methadone in his cough med'cine, see The empty bottle lies on the floor It wasn't for a cough 'cause he was fightin'-fit He'd never had no drugs, never had no drugs, he'd never had no drugs at all before Now Jack the Lad was a bit of a tearaway He'd done a Borstal for thievin' money But he died safe at home next door to his Old Dear She loved him all along, loved him all along, she loved him all along, now ain't that funny Jack and his mates went Up West one Saturday With bent prescriptions they bought the stuff If you can drink it all, the lot, the bottleful You'll blow your mind alright, blow your mind alright, you'll blow your mind alright, that's sure enough So Jack the Lad he bought the med'cine, see, like John & Lennon, like, they knew the scene Just for some laughs, like, and he could do with some What a load of laughs and that, load of laughs and that, what a load of laughs and that his life had been He took the mixture home and lay down on the bed He shook the bottle and swigged it all He twitched and shivered and went out like a light His mind went deaf and blind, mind went deaf and blind, his mind went deaf and blind behind the wall He lay unconscious, dead to the world, like, Up come his dinner and all his tea Lay in his gullet and slowly choked him He never moved a muscle, never moved a muscle, he never moved a muscle to spew it free It wasn't methadone killed Jack the Lad you know Just the obstruction that made him choke It's not a hard drug like proper heroin It was just accident, was just accident, it was just accident he died, poor bloke. === Hope that was it! I can hardly wait for Susanne to finally put the lyrics up in Henry's Songbook :-) Thank you, thank you, Susanne and John!
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