| so he wakes up under this lonely bridge his home
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| an old scruffy jacket and a hut is all that he owns
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| he dreams to sleep in a house
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| where his wife covers him with love
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| his children are playing hide-and-seek in the backyard
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| he goes to the restaurant his empty stomach leads him there
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| but the owner screams to call the police — get out of here
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| he dreams to sit at a rich table where the waitress brings him some wine
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| he lights up a cigar and covers his eyes from the sunshine
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| Jimmy in your world you are the king
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| Jimmy in your world you don’t have to care about a thing
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| and you wear gentle clothes and a bright shining crown
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| everybody seems to know you in the whole town
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| so he goes to the place where all the artists meet
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| the musicians are singing and dancing in the street
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| he dreams to stand in the spotlight
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| and everybody loves him
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| he sings songs of an old poor ma having a dream
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| Jimmy in your world you are the king
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| Jimmy in your world you don’t have to care about a thing
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| and you wear gentle clothes and a bright shining crown
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| everybody seems to know you in the whole town
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| Jimmy in your world you are the king
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| Jimmy in your world you don’t have to care about a thing
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| and you wear gentle clothes and a bright shining crown
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| everybody seems to know you in the whole town |