Jimmy's not a high concept guy But he's front page news, let me tell you why He's on the cover of the New York Post All three networks, coast to coast All he needed was a hot night in June 'Cos he had the needle and he had the spoon When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew Into America's living room CH: We all love tragedy, it loves us too It's a marriage made in Hollywood Between greed and you All you need to be a star is to die in open view It's a marriage made in Hollywood Between greed and you Between greed and you Between greed and you Loved by women, admired by men He walked down broadway with his best friend
His brain was wired like a light in a socket With his old friend in his back pocket That horse could kick, that horse could scream Ride you out of here into a different scene Unrequited love, that makes it fair But who keeps score when you're in mid-air? Repeat Chorus Like a free-fall chute that didn't open He looked down to see his dream was broken He stared back up at a hot grey sky Re-run his life and then he died Well if you jump off a building, brother beware! 'Cos my friend Jimmy woke up mid-air No time to smile, no time to wave They buried him in a media grave Repeat Chorus