╭───────────────.★..─╮ My mate Jimmy Song Lyrics and arrangement by SpIkEy Copyright © 2026 ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ www.suno.com/@spikey76 ╰─..★.───────────────╯ My mate Jimmy An Irish folk song about telling tall tales ─..★.──────────────── ────────────────.★..─ one, two, one two three... ─..★.──────────────── ────────────────.★..─ I have a mate called Jimmy, He likes to tell a tale. The only problem he has got, There’s nay truth to his tales. ─..★.──────────────── ────────────────.★..─ One day, Jimmy told me, He won the lottery, The only problem with that tale, He still owed me for his beers. He said he boxed a champion, Down in County Clare, But the only thing he’s ever fought, Was getting up out of his chair. ─..★.──────────────── I have a mate called Jimmy, He likes to tell a tale. The only problem he has got, There’s nay truth to his tales. ────────────────.★..─ ─..★.──────────────── He swore he met the president, Had whisky, laughs, and tea, But the only man he ever meets, Is the barman after three. He claims he sailed the seven seas, Through storms so wild they shocked, But I watched him get seasick once, Watching boats down by the logh. ────────────────.★..─ ─..★.──────────────── Now I don’t say Jimmy lies, He just lets the truth run free, But if he ever sells you owt', Don't expect a guarantee. ────────────────.★..─ I have a mate called Jimmy, He likes to tell a tale. And if you listen long enough, The truth begins to pale. I have a mate called Jimmy, He likes to tell a tale. The only problem he has got, There’s nay truth to his tales. ─..★.──────────────── ────────────────.★..─ Copyright © 2026 ꌗꉣꀤꀘꍟꌩ
