duggan

I'm just frontin'

But, whatever happened to Jim Duggan

I remember his 2 x 4 and intense [?] lovin'

I heard he got fat, eatin' too many breakfast muffins

Now down in Birmingham, he runs a bar with his cousin

Called Hooo!s

Hacksaw's is nuthin' special

Regular clientele, beer, shots, pretzels

He walks sorta slow, bad knees and bad toes

His career ended abruptly, when Randy Savage crushed his nose

And since then, he hasn't even seen a ring

And when he sneezes, his nasal cavity really stings

He doesn't miss wrestling, just the freedom it afforded

He never liked interviews or really, being recorded

Hacksaw's is nuthin' special

Regular clientele, Shane and Rick, Ethel

Mostly spoke of the past

Jim would occasionally chime in with, "yeah"

Leans on a cooler, in a stair, like he's not there

Jim Duggan's hacksaw was right beneath the peach schnapps

'Cause for protection there was a .45 Colt six shot

'Cause one day, the Fallen Angels, known for bustin' up bars

Drove down Birmingham and even destroyed Jim's car

And Jim's cousin found Duggan beneath the pizza oven

Beaten to a bloody pulp, broken stools, ripped coat

And since then Jim's vowed to get revenge

So he keeps a loaded Colt between two old pretzel bins