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Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy put the mighty back in Blighty Our riper sniper Viper and pied piper Didn't want to budge Depravity of sporting gravity But given the nudge So off he did trudge Issue won't fudge Still got a grudge The king of swing..conker on a string Chestnuts curve...swerve with such verve You rarely see him hobble our wizard of wobble Still wiry and fiery...fit as a fiddle so he can Continue his riddle out in the middle Definitely more Harrods than Lidl It seems unfair the flair.. his control in the air Precision of a physician...our own homegrown musician Magician keeping alive a glorious past tradition With his own fantastic rendition But Selector Trifecta Sedition Means we've seen the last edition Humdinger....swinger...gunslinger Bellicose blows..predicts & inflicts woes on his foes Audacious soul...born to bowl Continues to rage..this sage you can't cage Yearns to still be on the ultimate stage Despite...or to slight...in spite of his age Well why should it encumber..its only a number Like losing an olden golden friend We will never ever see his like again Final fix of his bag of tricks Reminds me of the Matrix Masterly plan of this remarkable man So smooth..sublime Divinely refined In the groove..prime grace Our forever adored Time Lord Who could bend even space Ah Mr Anderson
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