My Old Jimmy

Driving my old Jimmy on a bumpy road
I'm on my way to Westpoint with my secret load
I head sunset waters, gonna meet my man
The coastguard didn't spot me, the customs can't count to ten

My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy

They're gonna X-ray me, got to take off my shoes
I try to cool them down but they've got the searching blues
I'm driving my old Jimmy all over Curacao
I was riding from the free zone down to Banda Abou

My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy

A pocket full of luck and I'm going with the flow
I'm still driving my old Jimmy on a bumpy road

My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy
My old Jimmy



Credits
Writer(s): Daniël Lohues, Harry Muskee
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