Jim Jim 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 11 Nov 2006
2006

The beat, the beat,
the beat of the feet on the street.
The Yanks, the ranks,
the Joe's and the Jim's and the Hank's,
Ev'ry lad in khaki clad
Hep, pep,
right in step,
ev'ry heart is glad:
"Here they come, a mother cries,
"and there's my darling Jim,
like all the rest,
he did his best,
and then she said to him:

Jim. Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.
Jim, Jim,
I knew you'd make 'em give in,
I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun,
you showed daddy you're a fightin' son of a gun.
Jim, Jim,
you chased them back to Berlin;
it takes a Yank to finish anything
that he'll begin,
the debt we owed to France is paid
and friends of all the world you've made,
Jim, Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.

Jim. Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.
Jim, Jim,
I knew you'd make 'em give in,
I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun,
you showed daddy you're a fightin' son of a gun.
Jim, Jim,
you chased them back to Berlin;
it takes a Yank to finish anything
that he'll begin,
the debt we owed to France is paid
and friends of all the world you've made,
Jim, Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.

The joys, the noise,
the welcome return of the boys,
the cheers, the tears,
the peace that we've wanted for years,
comes at last
the war has passed
Rum, tum, hear the drum
hearts are beating fast:
Jim my lad, I'm mighty glad
your face again to see
you've helped to make this world
a safe and sound democracy.

Jim. Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.
Jim, Jim,
I knew you'd make 'em give in,
I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun,
you showed daddy you're a fightin' son of a gun.
Jim, Jim,
you chased them back to Berlin;
it takes a Yank to finish anything
that he'll begin,
the debt we owed to France is paid
and friends of all the world you've made,
Jim, Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.

Jim. Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.
Jim, Jim,
I knew you'd make 'em give in,
I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun,
you showed daddy you're a fightin' son of a gun.
Jim, Jim,
you chased them back to Berlin;
it takes a Yank to finish anything
that he'll begin,
the debt we owed to France is paid
and friends of all the world you've made,
Jim, Jim,
I always knew that you'd win.

Soft karaoke
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Jim Jim 1918
Music by Harry von Tilzer
Lyrics by Ben Ryan & Bert Hanlon
© MCMXVIII by Harry von Tilzer Music Pub.Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 11 November 2006 at 9.23pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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