There's old jimmy on the street
With nothing on his feet
But with a smile upon his face
And his eyes is full of grace
And they say he'll never win
And he's took it on the chin
Yet he turns the other cheek
And he sang his song to me
He sang about the mountains high
How many times he nearly died
From climbing up the highest peak
With nae shoes upon his feet
Sang of far exotic lands
Lotus flower in his hands
He'd picked it for a maiden fair
With deep dark eyes and long black hair
You've got to do it when you can
So when you're a dying man
You can smile at the crone
Saying darling take me home
And when they lower you six feet down
You're friends will off
And they'll be dancing till the dawn
They'll sing about how you shone
And then he sang in a foreign tongue
Told me bout how he got drunk on ameretto from the tray
How he danced with monkeys
Sang of tribes in jungles wild
How he got a lass wie child
Her father skewered him with a spear
And he ended up back here.
You've got to do it when you can
So when you're a dying man
You can smile at the crone
Saying darling take me home
And when they lower you six feet down
You're friends will off
And they'll be dancing till the dawn
They'll sing about how you shone
(Woahh-woahhhh-by-amm
(Woahh-woahhhh-by-amm)
And now old jimmy's old and tired
Warms his bones beside the fire
Bottle of whisky at his side
He still wanders far and wide
You see old jimmy's done it all
His pride'll never fall
He'll be happy when he dies
'Cos he let his spirit fly.
You've got to do it when you can
So when you're a dying man
You can smile at the crone
Singing darling take me home
And when they lower you six feet down
You're friends will off
And they'll be dancing till the dawn
They'll sing about how you shone
(Woahh-woahhhh-by-amm
(Woahh-woahhhh-by-amm)
You've got to do it while you can.