She got stumped last October in field that looked so clean.
One minute she was backing up and then she could have cried,
And the groan she gave as she got out it caused us to proclaim,
That Jeri's little red car would rise again!

Rise again, rise again, though you're hung up with your spinning wheels
And movement has to end,
All those who stand around with pockets full of their hands,
Will make Jeri's little red car rise again.

Though the stump it was rotten and cut low to the ground,
It held her fast and kept her car from moving around.
The Shellbacks stood around and wondered where to begin,
When Big Mick waded in and looked around.

He got the jack, sent for some planks, and got down on his knees.
He looked around and cursed and swore and got the jack in place.
Then he started cranking hard and raised a little way,
But the car drove the jack into the ground.

The buzzards circled closer as he fought with the stump,
But, "They can all shit chipmunks" was what he seemed to grunt.
And he worked and lifted, sweated and swore and seemed about to give up,
When the little red car drove off of the stump.