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Let's take it back to 1982 just quickly
I came into this world and my mum thought
I'ma name this little boy Paul
Plain old, boring old Paul
And I always thought, if I had a different name
Would my life be different? Like

Imagine if I had a name like Jimmy Recard
Evolve from the joker, become king of the cards
King of the castle, king of the bar stool
Liked by all, nobody thinks he's an arsehole
Pass the parcel to Jimmy
Everybody pass quicker than getting offered a glass of Kilkenny
If anything, Jimmy's the man of the millennium
No two men could even better him, not even Lenny and Carl
I put a penny in the jar
'Cause I swear he's rare as seeing Henny in your minibar
Face for the cinema like Andy Garcia
But compared to Jimmy, Andy's so last year
Brassieres are thrown at his feet
Ladies love him 'cause he's got a little dimple in his cheek
Blargh! Making me sick to my stomach
And there's nothing you can do
You gotta love him (You gotta love him) 'cause he's

J.R., Jimmy Recard
Raise your glass for the king of the bar, it's
J.R., Jimmy Recard
Women swinging their arse, ladies swinging their bras for
J.R., Jimmy Recard
All my people singing "Hurrah, hurrah", for J.R
Come and get down with J.R

He was always in the right place at the right time
Had a life line wiser than ninety-five percent of the sci-fi followers
Had his collar popped down like they should be
Living off laughter like Lano and Woodley
And it could be, 'cause he had the world in his palm
Every week a different girl on his arm
His mum a doctor, dad, a rock star
Concoct a little something, nine months they popped out a

J.R., Jimmy Recard
Raise your glass for the king of the bar, it's
J.R., Jimmy Recard
Women swinging their arse, ladies swinging their bras for
J.R., Jimmy Recard
All my people singing "Hurrah, hurrah", for J.R
Come and get down with J.R

It's like everything he touches turns to gold, it's amazing
Destiny on his side like Jay Z pushing up daisies
A breath of fresh air, the best there is
Like getting in the electric chair and live untouchable
He never perish, reason what luck was for
He was the fairest of them all
Like mirror, mirror on the wall, like Wirrpanda on the ball
Mum comes up with Paul when there's names like Jimmy
Any plan or gimmick, every man will mimic Jimmy
Opening more doors than a Jimmy
That's why he's always fucking swimming in his winnings
The name's ringing in your ears, man, isn't it
Living in jealousy like a prisoner to visitors
He was oblivious to sunshine, day, night
Would my luck change if I was given a name like

J.R., Jimmy Recard
Raise your glass for the king of the bar, it's
J.R., Jimmy Recard
Women swinging their arse, ladies swinging their bras for
J.R., Jimmy Recard
All my people singing "Hurrah, hurrah", for J.R
Come and get down with J.R

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