ramblings and things
Saint Jim, The Fixer.
Now then, now then,
He would say
With that famous anthracite grin
Which he used to worm his way in,
Hows about,
He would say
You let me fix it
For people to play:
Let me make some dreams come true
Week after month after year In TV’s full view.
A rough hewn gem, a national treasure,
Using his fame to achieve his pleasure.
How many knew and helped him hide
The predatory beast that rode inside.
Hindsight they say is a wonderful thing
But in all honesty he made me cringe
As he wandered on in his merciless way.
Now then, now then I can hear his voice
A plaster saint by popular choice
Until death removed from us that face,
Only then began his fall from grace
As his damaged victims came
To reveal the evil behind his name
At first facing public censure, public shame
At times even feeling themselves to blame,
Until Saint Jim, fhat benevolent fixer,
Stood revealed as that evil creature.
Now they all swear,
Insist its true
They may have suspected
But nobody knew.
I don't suppose we'll ever know
The damage he caused
As we saw his fame grow.
Now then, now then,
He would say
With that famous anthracite grin
Which he used to worm his way in.
Hows about,
He would say,
You let me fix it
For people to play.
Saint Jim, The Fixer.