Jimmy Dodger

I don’t want to see this anymore again
Thank heavens I’ve not seen it happen to a friend
Here comes jimmy dodger, he stung me once before
His sleeping bag’s his mother
He only lives to score

And I said hey man what’s your tipple?
He said cocktail of white and brown
Are you pipe and foil? He said no I boil ‘em together
And pump ‘em down

Disappearing at 23

I don’t know why I tried to
Help him I was drunk
I told him all the same I said
You know the spirit is stranger than junk

And he’ll never know what lies in his soul
But whatever it is keeps him going
But jimmy forgets there was a time he use to let
Angels help him to grow his, help him get to know his.