Jimmy!!

Who’s going straight from work to the pub?
It’s Jimmy!

Who looks like a hooligan and could use a scrub?
It’s Jimmy!

Doesn’t seem to know any nice words at all.
Scaring the shit out of the six feet tall
That’s Jimmy, yeah Jimmy.

Who’s going to tell him to clear up his act
Start treating fellows with care and with tact.
Well not me
(Not me)

Out on the street he great you so sweet with a
Dickhead!

But at the Queen’s he has to drop dead – girls go
Language!

He’s trying hard to keep up with his heart
Makes you wonder what broke it apart
That’s Jimmy, yeah Jimmy

Who’s going to tell him to clear up his act
Start treating fellows with care and with tact
The girls do
(The girls do)

Then suddenly the clouds just fade away

It becomes clear that he’s far astray

In a kind of vision you can see who he truly is

Behind the hard and rough crust where he choose to live

Behind the hard and rough crust where he choose to live

© Bie Karlsson, FishboneMusic Publishing