{Instrumental} {Verse} Never born the King, just a Jack, no lover Dirt of the world but I'd never want another Kinda like it down here where the sky's never clear The people all leer at the goals that are near Grinning at the ground from ear to ear Tell me when to run when the coast's all clear Never on the straight without wanting to veer Devil in the back always wanting to steer And if you ever tell me that I'm never one to prance Well, let me tell you, son, that you never stood a chance In world that'll kill you without a second glance I'm a lover-less Jack and I don't wanna dance {Instrumental} Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! {Instrumental} Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!