| Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it
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| And he stuttered sometimes
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| And he needed a girl friend night times
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| Didn’t know how to go about it
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| Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson
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| All the boys used to tease him, I know I did it
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| And he was my friend
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| At school we were always close together
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| Hardly a day I didn’t see him
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| Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson
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| He used to go out for walks on his own
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| With no-one to talk to at all
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| He’d walk in the park till the evening grew dark
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| Just feeling quite incredibly small
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| He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening
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| Around about five
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| When along came a lady, a total stranger
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| Wanted young Jimmy to go with her
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| Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson
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| Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly
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| So he went along
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| And the lady who was lonely gave him tea
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| And she was his friend for ever after
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| Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson |