I picked up a magazine one afternoon
There was an article about the city of Rangoon
I looked at a picture and nearly fell off of my seat

Oh Lord it was Jimmy walking down the street

Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?

Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?
Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?
Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?


The picture was clear as can be
The beady eyes the bad teeth oh it was Jimmy

The picture I guessed had to be knew
'Cause when he died he didn't have that brand new tattoo


I called the photographer in New York--to see when he took the picture. He was found dead one afternoon a bottle of Drain-O poured down his throat. Old Man Cooper at the mortuary--I talked to him and he said--"Just leave things alone boy." They found him a week later dead. Oh...

This knowledge I crave

Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?

Yesterday I got a postcard that said "I'll be home soon!"

It wasn't signed but it was postmarked from Rangoon
I'm gonna get a gun get myself together and be brave
This time make damn sure I put Jimmy back into his grave

Back into his grave
Back into his grave...


Who the hell is buried in Jimmy's grave?