Jimmy Songtext / Lyric

Jimmy rode a bike with a steering wheel

Said he didn't like the way the handle bars feel

Folks said, Jimmy, son what's the deal?

And this is what Jimmy said



Ain't no more with the wonder why

I can't live like those other guys

So I dwell on the outside

And do what's right for me



Get on wit' your bad self

Get on wit' your bad self

Get on wit' your bad self, Jimmy






One day Jimmy was hangin' 'round

And a man said, "Boy, won't you come down

To a big tent meetin' outside town

Gonna be a big show"



Jimmy thought about it for a short while

And his words came back with a big smile

Well, if it ain't ordinary, then it's my style

So I guess I'll have to go



Get on wit' your bad self

Get on wit' your bad self

Get on wit' your bad self, Jimmy



From the time that he walked in that place

There was a burnin' in his soul

When he heard about Heaven and God's grace

That Jimmy was a holy rollin'



Some folks never quite figured out

Just what Jimmy was all about

Well he sure loved Jesus, but they had doubts about

About what the bike with a steering wheel