Poor Ol' Jimmy Biscuit
Poor ol’ Jimmy BiscuitWas baptized by a pixieWho drank a lotta whiskeyIn the pub where he way bornPoor ol’ Jimmy BiscuitWay married with miss WhiskeyHe does never risk itThen in the end he died alone
Same ol’ story that I tellAbout a guy who shaked the hellA drunken town where he was raisedOn marshmallow and fairytalesA waitress’ son, mom sailed awayA boozy daddy couldn’t pay bills and foodIn happy mood he had no other way
When he was a sucklin’ boyBobtails rocked his cradle onThen a good job after schoolProvoked the girls in swimming poolHe has never work on fameBut his shine won’t fade awayRock the nation, new sensationDrink the life away
Need no educationHe spends his money just on alcoholLost boy of the nationWaisted time on football, rock ’n rollMisfit generationLiving fast but always run to fallHis predestination isANARCHY!!!