Jimbo

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He used to lead the sales game, sharp as a blade,
Now he’s retired, but baby, he’s still got it made.
White hair shining under the German sun,
With his rabbit by his side, life’s just begun.

He’s out on the green, swingin’ with flair,
Golf club in hand, no worries or care.
Making wine when the day turns to night,
Sippin’ and smilin’, everything feels right.

[Chorus]
Oh, the white-haired king of the green,
Living the dream, yeah, you know what I mean.
He’s got his rabbit and his glass of wine,
Playing golf and just feeling fine.

From sales to sippin’, he’s still in the game,
A life of leisure, never quite the same.
Oh, the white-haired king, he’s living the dream,
Out on the green, living serene.

[Verse 2]
He used to close deals, make the cash flow,
Now he’s takin’ it slow, watchin’ vines grow.
Fair skin glowing in the soft sunset,
With a swing of his club, no need to fret.

His rabbit hops by, with a wiggle and a hop,
They stroll the fairway, never gonna stop.
From English rain to German skies so clear,
He’s found his paradise, there’s nothing to fear.

[Chorus]
Oh, the white-haired king of the green,
Living the dream, yeah, you know what I mean.
He’s got his rabbit and his glass of wine,
Playing golf and just feeling fine.

From sales to sippin’, he’s still in the game,
A life of leisure, never quite the same.
Oh, the white-haired king, he’s living the dream,
Out on the green, living serene.

[Bridge]
He’s planting vines, letting them grow,
From the vineyard to the glass, watch him glow.
A life of golf and a little bit of wine,
The white-haired king, he’s doin’ just fine.

Whispered: (Oh yeah, that swing is smooth…)

[Chorus]
Oh, the white-haired king of the green,
Living the dream, yeah, you know what I mean.
He’s got his rabbit and his glass of wine,
Playing golf and just feeling fine.

From sales to sippin’, he’s still in the game,
A life of leisure, never quite the same.
Oh, the white-haired king, he’s living the dream,
Out on the green, living serene.

[Outro]
So here’s to the days of the white-haired king,
He’s out on the green, doing his thing.
With his rabbit and his wine, life’s a song,
The retired king is where he belongs.

Whispered: (Swingin’ that club, makin’ that wine…)