Lyrics:
by everyone
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim
by everyone
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim
practice Olympics
Years around for several years
But Jim Thorpe was out there
Playing baseball. He didn't
Try at all for the Olympics
But Pop Warner got him
've got it figured out by now
My best chance at survival
Is to get up that big pine tree
Before that bear's arrival
Now I'm not afraida' that bear
I'm not
feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
All mine, fortified, another mine
Jimmy's got a little bit of bitch in him
The bitch in him
Upsets the Jim
Jimmy's got a little bit of bitch in him
The bitch in him
Outweighs
can get wacked
Jim jones the Color of my drank by The way
If you pouring like I'm pouring put Your cups up for me
Ameri all on my jeans
My pants sag
fine
got no pain
no sense no shame
roll on by
and put a smile on my face
oh Jim
oh Jim
can you feel the pain I'm in
oh Jim
oh Jim
can I
fine
Got no pain
No sense no shame
Roll on by
And put a smile on my face
Oh Jim
Oh Jim
Can you feel the pain I`m in
Oh Jim
Oh Jim
Can I
and go
Going, going, gone
Hip hop
Spic and spam
Got this girl by the name of Pam
And Pam got a Pam by the name of Jim
And Jim got a Pam by the name of scam
out all them places
I was feelin' dry and I said I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink
And o' Jim said yeah
'Cause we got time to kill
We
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
put straight in the car I've got no time to pack
Uno It's a fact that fucking with love, there ain't no going back
Jim got up in a rage, still dazed,
caught a buzz
Jim Beam in my cup
Whatchu thought it was
It ain't fair
Couple duds blowin up
Now they scared
By the thought of us
Where the real ones
today
Today Sunday
By your grave.
I say toodles Mr. Jim
You cherry picker
Taught me so well
How to spell those red in
And
And
Hey
You know
you'll stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar?
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time-time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy
you'll stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar?
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time-time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy
you'll stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar?
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time-time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy
I've got something on my mind
Like I'm out every night
But all I do is miss you
And you're not even mine
Met your fucking girlfriend
She was looking
And then this one time
I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
They totally got in my way.
Can you believe that their shoes (everybody choose,
underneath
This hat of mine
I'm an outlaw from the south
Got country in my mouth
I'm looking for good lovin' all the time
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim
He was all mine till he changed his mind
Then he was good as gone
But I'll take my chances on Jim
I'll go out drinking with him
The only man I
who the boss is
I work by faith and not my senses
Nwann'em le'anya
I ga-afu Chukwu ji'm n'aka
Bad energy, biko hapum'aka
Chukwu ji'm n'aka
Nwann'em
the cellar
And he shot the lot right into his mouth no joke
Jims got a tummy full of coal and he coughs up lumps of coke
What?
What? Oh blimey I thought it
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