Ramblin Jackson

Ramblin' Jackson

To the tune of You can be my Yoko Ono by Barenaked Ladies

Lyrics:

And if you ask him to pick yes or no - he'll ramble
His train of thought's not only running late - it's derailed

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woa-oah

Isn't it beautiful to hear two people podcasting Lost?
Bald as a cueball, he's got beady eyes, his voice can melt through frost
Jack's alwasy got a crackpot theory that nobody else can match
And all his tallies come from guessing there's an underwater hatch

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah

Oh no - here he goes, I'm sure this time he blew
Oh no - here he goes - "It's my theory, and I'm stickin to it"

I know that when I say this, I may be ticking off Jeremiah
But Jack's pile of gold flakey stars and tally points just keep getting higher
(don't blame it on Jack son) You see if I were Jay and you were Jack,
I would listen to every crackpot theory
Even if exalting your predictions gets a little weary

You can be my Ramblin' Jackson
You can ramble til the cows have come home
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woah
Be my (be my) be my (be my) Ramblin' Jackson woooooo-oooah