So farewell, then, Jimmy.
You fixed it for everybody in your time,
Except me, that is.
I never had a Number One hit.
Of course, being able to sing,
play a guitar, or been a paraplegic might have helped.
My Mother loved you too,
Which shows how old you must have been.
I always wondered why;
you wore track-suits without a Nike badge
you didn't advertise Domestos bleach
and no one knew the brand of cigar you smoked.
I suppose that's why you remained an enigma.
But, batty as you obviously were, we all loved you, anyway.
Apologies to. E J Thribb
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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