He was merry, a deceiver
Now it’s jail till he gets out
Thievin’ robber is Jackson
Griftin’s what he’s all about
He’s goin’ Jackson soon to that graybar town
Where there’s no more campaign cash to spread around

To graybar town goes Jackson
No one to blame but himself
Like dad he’s a man runnin’ a scam
Pullin’ in a lot o’ wealth
So with the Jacksons, fam’ly affair
And Mrs. Jesse Junior Jackson too got a share

He was a-thievin’ and shifty
Now he’s gotta stoop and bow
And his woman they were breakin’
They’ll be good from now on they vow
They’re going, Jacksons to where they won’t wear mink coats
Orange and black duds
Couture that ain’t too haute

He snagged swag and loot, Jackson
But now upon his face there’s lots of egg
So he’s goin’ down, on face too a frown
Dude has been taken down a peg
Fine Rolex Jackson, big bling on his hand
But soon he’ll be tastin’, Jackson
Not haute cuisine, but Spam

He was very much deceiver
Some time before he gets out
Penal hostel for Jackson
“Manned up”, at least didn’t pout
He’s goin’ Jackson soon to that graybar town
Finally a Jackson’s snagged and prison-bound