Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Issachar lyrics

(Dicky Barrett/Nate Albert/Joe Gittleman/Tim Burton/Bosstones)

Where's the wizzler, where's the corn?

Get jacuzzi on the horn, where's the wizzler

Whatever happened to the mob?

He had to quit and get a job

Road manager, security,

Hangin' shirts and makin' tea

Where's the wizzler, where's the corn?

Near the elevator, is there porn?

What a a man gotta deal wit!

My head's not orange, cut the shit!

Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan

Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren

Wa go by de name of Jack Flanagan

It was a long time ago down a CBGB

Mi look pon mi bredren name Docta Dready

Mi sey Docta D who booked dis opening band

Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina im hand,

ca mi sey Jack Flanagan

On the road and on the phone,

Roll up the window roll a bone

Rollin' a buck in a forty zone

Now settle up and head for home

He's Issachar now hear him roar

When he's lost his temper find the door

It's almost always good to see him,

He's one damn fine human being

Jack Flanagen

Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss

Flanagen im was di Mob guitarist

Nowadays he manage Reggae artist

So when you wan get pin Micky Dread guest list

Jack Flanagen him naw resist

Jack Flanagen, Jack Flanagen

Got us 'cross the border,

Helpin' hand when it began

Kept our shit in order my man Jack Flanagen

In his town he'll hook you up, he'll show you 'round, he'll watch your back

When we head down we look him up

and hang around with Irish Jack

Much, much, much respect,

In this world it's hard to find

A stand up guy who'll stand behind

You if you're ever in a bind

My man Jack he comes to mind