Good day, good morning Mr. Jefferson
How are you? I’m really quite splendid
Lovely day for a stroll, a roll around
Maybe find us make our way downtown
Tonight we’re sitting around the bar room
Smoking big cigars, now in the cards room
One lads had all that he can have
I’m afraid Mr. Jefferson’s getting…
Here comes our boy Fisticuffs Jefferson
Swinging his hands
We know he’ll always win
Fisticuffs Jefferson
A friend to some, he’s a family man
Trying to keep up his image the best he can
Don’t want little Mary to know
Just how far her pa’s willing to go
South of the border he’s a wanted man
Now raising his family in a foreign land
Trying to keep what’s behind to the past
I’m afraid that nothing this good can last
Here comes our boy Fisticuffs Jefferson
Swinging his hands
We know he’ll always win
There goes our boy Fisticuffs Jefferson
Bleeding out from a knife wound to the ribs
He can’t always win
No, Fisticuffs Jefferson...
He’s my friend
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