Oh, Jim
"Oh, Jim"
All your two-bit friendsThey're shootin' you up with pillsThey said that it was good for youThat it would cure your ills
I don't care just where it's atI'm just like an alley cat
And when you're filled up to here with hateDon't you know you gotta get it straightFilled up to here with hateBeat her black and blue and get it straight
Do, do, do, do, do, doWhen you're lookin' through the eyes of hate
All your two-bit friendsThey asked you for your autographThey put you on the stageThey thought it'd be good for a laugh
But I don't care just where it's at'Cause honey, I'm just like an alley cat
And when you're filled up to here with hateDon't you know you gotta get it straightFilled up to here with hateBeat her black and blue and get it straightUh-huh
Oh, JimHow could you treat me this wayHey, hey, heyHow could you treat me this way
Oh, JimHow could you treat me this wayHey, heyHow could you treat me this way
You know you broke my heartEver since you went away
Now you said that you love usBut you only make love to one of usOh, oh, oh, oh, JimHow could you treat me this way
You know you broke my heartEver since you went away
When you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, ohWhen you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, ohWhen you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, ohWhen you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, ohWhen you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, ohWhen you're looking through the eyes of hateOh, oh, oh, oh