| I listen to louis armstrong 'cause I love that trumpet sound it makes me smile to see my friend upon the pitcher's mound see jack and jill went up that hill to fetch the pail of water but what you don't know is when Jack fell down Jill stayed-- and had a daughter I've gotten used to wishing wells that cheat me out of wishes and Jill who seemed so sweet before is yelling at me to do the dishes. |