buckboyy

They said to return, that it wasn’t time to depart,
for I am the chosen one to save the family’s heart.

I’d start a home-biz if the funds were there,
but I know it would leave the Christmas tree bare.

I fall and seize – then lay in a heap,
I pray to the Lord, my soul to keep.

Writing scores of lyrics and songs,
living luxurious and single,
ravenous ladies would often say,
"That’s my sweet Jimmy Jingle!"