Charity begins at homes

For those too sick

Those indisposed

Footsteps in the corridor

Little Johnny's playing dead

They gave the Jack of Hands the key

He's free to tread and lift the sheets

He'll be dressed in white they said

But I don't believe in angels

When the good son rises

When we hear the birds

Little Johnny's curled up and crying

Alas a touch disturbed

The Jack of Hands is far away

He's opening a school

They'll offer him a chariot

But Jack prefers to walk

Dangerous

Hush now

Hush now

Jack is coming

Jack is coming

Shush now

Shush now

Like you're sleeping

Like you're sleeping

He's carrying his special box

No one ever asks what's in it

No more suffer little children

Jack'll fix it

Jack'll fix it

It's Jack the national treasure

Jack's beating on his chest

He's flying off to Africa

Cause Africa's the best

They'll cordon off the airport

Because the crowd is vast

And Jack will play the trinity

He'll be home at last

Still I don't believe in angels