“ Drunken Jim And The Little Thing”





Poor old Jimmy was drunk again

Nothing left in his alcohol brain

Every night the same old story

The booze is shrinking all his worries



Poor old Jimmy fell in bed

He heard the voice once again

“Jimmy, Jimmy time has come grab the knife

and lets have fun”



And who the hell are you

Talking to me every night

The booze just makes me feel, so fine



“Makes you wonder if I’m real

Grab the knife or I will….”



I can’t stand you anymore

What to do to be alone?



“You can make me go away…

Just put the knife inside your brain…”



Poor old Jimmy was so drunk

But felt the knife in his back.

8/4/03

Sakellis V.Manoc