Jack Dawson

It's a sticky situation

When you got love in mind

Yeah, all those boys and all those girls that drowned and left the world

They woulda loved just a little more time

All those rules and regulations

To which he paid no mind

I'd be a fool, I'd be a swine

If I said I didn't cry at the end when Jack died

Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to die?

Why?

Paint me like your French girls

How deep is your love?

Well, she'd rather be his whore than your fuckin' wife

And Billy Zane was speechless

And there'll be hell to pay

But she'd rather be his whore than your fucking wife

Only Jack could make her life

And Rose was cool but kinda brash

A rich girl hangin' lower class

Until she lifted up that axe

Weren't no time to do the math

And then she swung and he was free

A look of joy and disbelief

Until he sank into the deep

Like that blue diamond that she heaves

But, Jack is coming back, you'll see

The whole Titanic and a fleet

Yeah, Jack is coming back, you'll see

'Cause Jack was never dead to me

Paint me like your French girls

How deep is your love?

Well, she'd rather be his whore than your fucking wife

And Billy Zane was speechless

But there'll be hell to pay

Well, she'd rather be his whore than your fucking wife

I'm the king of the world

I'm the king of the world

I'm the king of the world

I'm the king of the world

I'm flying, Jack

I'm flying, Jack

I'm flying, Jack, I'm really flying

I'm the king of the world

I'm the king of the world, no