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
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
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

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