You pick him up, you lick him down and he bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead. (Hard man fe dead!)
You pick him up, you lick him down and he bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead. (Hard man fe dead!)
Well they say that a cat got nine lives,
But this man got ninety-nine lives.
You pick him up, you lick him down and he bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead. (Hard man fe dead!)
And boy, walk by the track of the teeth,
Take all the fried fish they caught in the sea.
Yes, they also got six quart of rum,
Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come.
The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead, (Man was dead!)
They got a block of ice and they laid it all
Upon his head. (Upon his head!)
Now the procession makes to the cemetery,
And the old man said, "Don't you bury me!"
Lick him up, you pick him up and he bounce right back,
What a hard man fe dead. (Hard man fe dead!)
Come in Sterling.
Get the band some shots.
Did it good, musta been frightened enough.
Well hey boy, walk by the track of the teeth,
And all the fried fish they caught in the sea.
They also got six quarts of rum,
Settin' down and waiting for the night life to come.
The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead, (Man was dead!)
They got a block of ice and they laid it all
Upon his head. (Upon his head!)
Now the procession makes to the cemetery,
The man hollered out, "Don't you bury me!"
They drop the box of rum, what a whole lot of fun!
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