Hey Jimmy

Hey Jimmy I wonder Is there salt in heaven How many parrots can sit on the head of a needle What are we going to do come Monday The oldest surfer in the skies Has Left one particular harbor Beginning his trip around the sun Leaving us behind Nobodies from nowhere Looking for Margaritaville And a friend named Jimmy But he’s gone Raise your glass to the son of a sailor Tip a toast Why don’t we get drunk It’s going to be a Livingston Saturday Night Hey Jimmy I wonder Is there salt in heaven