Give (me) Jim, your paw for good luck*
While there is still a light in my window
While the coffee isn't completely ready
While the neighbours call the cops
Give Jim!
Give me, Jim, your paw for good luck
All the times were left aside
And the hourly workers at their posts
Broke the dials on my clock
Give Jim!
Give me Jim, your luck for my paw
Love cannot be measured in money
Love is always single, no shot no exhalations
Love is when good people feel bad
Give Jim
Love is when good people feel bad!
Give Jim
Just simply send me a tattoo
If there isn't anybody to drink whiskey and coke with
If there isn't anybody to get a few girls for a night with
Nobody to sing into the morning with while drunk
If there's really no time at all
And if you're in a rush to get to Pere Lachaise**
Give Jim
Give me Jim, your paw for good luck