Paddy And The Rats - Poor ol' jimmy biscuit lyrics

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 s**lin' 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 sh** to jerks And a rainy day like anyday He just pa**ed 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