Jack Uzzi

I wrote this song for a very special person…

I live in a tower, on the 47th floor

Everyday I climb the stairs to go home

And that makes all my muscles sore.

Fortunately, I’m lucky… So here’s my poem:

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

When I get home, I take off my shoes

Watch TV, eat and read the news

Ouch! My back hurts

Against the pain, only one thing works:

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

So I take the stairs down in pain

It’s a long way, but I’m excited!

I reach the sixth floor and then

I see you, waiting, so delighted:

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

You’re welcoming, I’m entering.

No visitors today? I’m lucky!

There you are Jack. How are you doing?

“I’m feeling warm and bubbly.”

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

My back is fine again

Hey! Stop tickling me!

You sure know how to entertain

My dear Mister Jack Uzzi!

Yes, this is the crappiest joke ever. I won’t do it again…

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

Epilogue

What you don’t know…

Is that Jack is not always called Jack, no.

If you’re nice, he will maybe

Transform into a boiling hot lady!

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

How could I live without you?

I’d have to leave this luxurious

Penthouse with an ocean view!

Jack you’re a genius! You’re a genius!

Or should I call you Jacky?