I live under gla** 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**
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