Poor Ol Jimmy Biscuit

Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit

Was baptized by a pixie

Who drank a lotta whiskey

In the pub where he way born

Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit

Way married with miss Whiskey

He does never risk it

Then in the end he died alone

Same ol’ story that I tell

About a guy who shaked the hell

A drunken town where he was raised

On marshmallow and fairytales

A waitress’ son, mom sailed away

A boozy daddy couldn’t pay bills and food

In happy mood he had no other way

When he was a sucklin’ boy

Bobtails rockes his cradle on

Then a good job after school

Provoked the girls in swimming pool

He has never work on fame

But his shine won’t fade away

Rock the nation, new sensation

Drink the life away

Need no education

He spends his money just on alcohol

Lost boy of the nation

Waisted time on football, rock ’n roll

Misfit generation

Living fast but always run to fall

His predestination is

ANARCHY!!!