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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.



 



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Saint Jim, The Fixer.