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
