Poor Ol' Jimmy Biscuit

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was 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 foods
In happy mood he had no other way.

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was married with miss whiskey
He does never risk it
Then in the end he died alone.

When he was a sucklin' boy
Bobtails rocked his cradle on
Then a good job after school
Provoked the girls in swimming pool
He had never work on fame
But his shine won't fade away
Rock the nation, new sensation
Drink the life away.

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was married with miss whiskey
He does never risk it
Then in the end he died alone.

Pissed into an empty jar
And sold as wine at barry's bar
Sometimes he had to give a head
For a pint of beer or a slice of bread
No one ever saw him working
But he didn't give a shit to jerks
And a rainy day like anyday
He just passed away.

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was married with miss whiskey
He does never risk it
Then in the end he died alone.

Need no education
He spend 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!!!

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was married with miss whiskey
He does never risk it
Then in the end he died alone.

Poor ol' jimmy biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he was born
Poor ol' jimmi biscuit
Was married with miss whiskey
He does never risk it
Then in the end he died alone.