Oh glad day to celebrate. 'Neath the cloudless sky. Air so sweet Water pure. Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all. Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes.
Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas. Jamie skates so nice and clean. Wish he could be my toy machine. Jamie skates so nice and clean. Wish he could be my toy machine.
That's it, I gotta get out. Before we fall out again. You say, Go get a life. Put down the knife, my friend. Just be mine. . Can I sleep on the floor.