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I knew a man named Jack, who built a little shack,
A house he could call his home.
Love came callin', pretty soon he was fallin'
And he didn't have to live alone.

Well her name was Jill and she made Jack feel
Like a king in a mansion on a hill.
And for a while, they loved in style,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

It was a red-brick shack on a country acre, flower boxes in the windowsill.
Picket fence, it was picture perfect, every room was filled with
Love, love, sweet sweet love,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

Well along came Joe, he had a lotta dough,
That he made from a moonshine still.
And he caught Jill's eye, and it made Jack cry,
Now Joe's livin' in the house that Jack built.

It was a red-brick shack on a country acre, flower boxes in the windowsill.
Picket fence, it was picture perfect, every room was filled with
Love, love, sweet sweet love,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

Love, love, sweet sweet love,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

It was a red-brick shack on a country acre, flower boxes in the windowsill.
Picket fence, it was picture perfect, every room was filled with
Love, love, sweet sweet love,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

Now who's that guy in love with a girl,
Livin' in the house that Jack built.

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