Now summer is over, I’m sorry to say
And we’re all met again on our Composting Day
Yes, we’re all met again by the garbage so deep
To pay our respects to old Jack in the Heap.

Jack in the Heap, he gives us the creeps,
But we’ll dance through the compost
For Jack in the Heap.

Now, Jack in the Heap is a very strange one
And you don’t want to smell where his power comes from Though you dig up his body and spread it beyond
With a little more refuse the cycle goes on.

The cycle goes on, the cycle goes on
With a little more refuse
The cycle goes on.

He transform the plants that have seen better times
He breaks down potatoes and carrots and vines
He takes old grass clippings and changes them so
They turn to a substance that makes flowers grow.

Makes flowers grow, makes flowers grows
They turn to a substance
That makes flowers grow.

O come all you young maidens, I bid you take care
Of touching poor Jack, you’ll get glop in your hair
And if you but touch his than many can tell
For like old rotten mushrooms your body will smell.

Body will smell, body will smell
Like old rotten mushrooms
Your body will smell.

The sun is half down and it heralds the hour
That we crown all the compost with last summer’s flowers And now let us sing as the fumes make us weep
And we’ll offer some worms to old Jack in the Heap.

Jack in the Heap, he gives us the creeps
But We’ll dance through the compost
For Jack in the Heap.