 I live under glass in the British museum
I am wrinkled and black, I am ten thousand years
I once lost in business, I once lost in love
I took a hard fall and I couldn't get up
I was frozen out in the lean winter years
When the dollars were few, and the faces were mean
I was frozen in business, and frozen in love
Took a ten minute nap and I never woke up.
Old and lonely, dirty and cold
I'm a Jerdacuttup Man.
They stitched up my eyelids so I couldn't see
They sewed up my mouth so very carefully
They stitched up the wound they had made in my side
They wrapped me up tight and they threw me inside
But I tried to object but the words didn't come
Saying "Boys, you're making a mistake, now you've got the wrong one;"
"I'm a little out of shape but I'm too young to go!"
But my throat just siezed up and it started to snow.
Old and lonely, dirty and cold
I'm a Jerdacuttup Man.
They soaked me in brine, and they stewed in juice
They took out my eyes and replaced them with glass
With skin made of leather, and teeth made of dice
I slept in the peat under ten feet of ice
I had bad luck in business and no luck in love
I guess I'm a fool, you could say I'm a chump
I'm shriveled and black and my bandage is torn
But my fingers are cold, won't you please take me home?
Old and lonely, dirty and cold
I'm a Jerdacuttup Man.
I live under glass in the British museum
I am wrinkled and black, I am ten thousand years
I once lost in business, I once lost in love
I took a hard fall, couldn't get up
I was frozen out in those lean winter years
When the dollars were few, and the faces were mean
I was frozen in business, and frozen in love
Took a ten minute nap and I never woke up.
Old and lonely, dirty and cold
I'm a Jerdacuttup Man.
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