Classic Poem

VERSE 1

Jim Jackson caught a cold,
And he laughed when he was told
That he'd better go to bed
And cover up his head.
A hot gin fizz was the thing, they said —
Jim laughed at this advice;
He had a date to shoot some dice.
He walk'd right out in the wind and snow,
The night was cold as ice.
Two weeks later a very sickly coon,
A doctor with a spoon
Says, " Jim, take your medicine. "
Jim said, " Doc, am I bad, now, don't you lie. "
The doctor said, " I'll tell the truth, I think you're goin' to die. "
When Jim sat right straight up in bed,
He raised his head, to the doctor said:

REFRAIN

" I'm goin' to get right up and put on my clothes.
I'm goin' to go right out and take in all the shows.
I'm goin' to drive around in an open carriage.
If I meet my gal, there's goin' to be a marriage.
I'll borrow from ev'rybody on my staff,
I'm goin' to eat and drink and drive and laugh.
The doctor says my days are done,
So if I'm goin' to die, I'm goin' to have some fun.
I'm goin' to have some fun. "

VERSE 2

Jim jump'd right out of bed
And did just what he said.
He said, " Doctor, you're a scab, "
For his clothes he made a grab.
He ran outdoors and he called a cab.
He drove right down the line, and he drank a lot of wine,
And strange to say, the next day
Jim was feeling very fine.
Two weeks later the doctor, he took sick,
And all the doctors quick
Came to hold a consultation;
They said, " Doc, you'd better make your will. "
The doctor said, " Please tell me, is Jim Jackson living still? "
When someone said, " He's feeling fine, "
The Doc said, " Well, boys, that's for mine. "

REPEAT REFRAIN