Fiji Jim

I'm gon' call up Fiji Jim, tell him to get on a plane

Tell him to bring his electric guitar

Tell him to get in the stage

Been a hell of a week, hell of of a month

Been the strangest year

It's all gone by in the blink of an eye

There ain't no time for tears

Give it one last chance, one last dance

I got ice in my veins

One last chance, one last gas

We're gonna drive the crowd insane

We all call him Fiji Jim, call him Steven DeWaynе

Tell him to get on bass, we'rе gonna bust the place

Or else, go down in flames

Already drunk four cases of wine

Snorted an ounce of cocaine

Got a keg of beer? Bring it over here

A six-pack or champagne

Yeah, one last chance, one last gas

We got skin in the game

One last chance, one last dance

Gonna drive the crowd insane

Yeah the drums, they snap, that thunder clap

The bass drum mash on the floor

The guitar scream in a fever dream

Like I never heard before

Pray superstition, that's our ammunition

We're out of cigarettes

There's no intermission, no air condition

Our clothes are soaking wet

We gon' call up Fiji Jim, tell him to get on a plane

Tell him to bring his wah-wah pedal

Drive the crowd insane

Well, he bust two ribs and he bruised his limbs

He took some pills for the pain

He got shakin' legs and his nose is bled

But man, he sure could play

Ooh, I can see you in the 40th row

Trying so hard to impress

You took off your dress and I'm way out of breath

Carry me off this stage

Come on, Fiji Jim

Come on, Fiji Jim

Come on, Fiji Jim

Come on, Fiji Jim