Jerdacuttup Man

I live under gla*s 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, 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 I took a ten minute nap, man I never woke up Old and lonely, dirty and cold I'm a Jerdacuttup man They stitched up my eyelids so l couldn't see They sewed up my mouth so very carefuly They stitched up the wound they had made in my side They wrapped me up tight and they threw me inside I tried to object but the words didn't come Say, "You're making a mistake, boys, you've got the wrong one, I'm a little out of shape, but I'm too young to go!" But my throat just seized up and it started to snow Old and lonely, dirty and cold l'm a Jerdacuttup man They soaked me in brine and thy stewed me in juice Thy took out my eyes and replaced them with gla*s And with skin made of leather, and teeth made of dice I slept in the peat under ten feet of ice I had no luck in business and no luck in love I guess I'm a fool, you could say I'm a chump I'm shrivelled 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 am the Jerdacuttup Man