Don't Sit on My Jimmy ShandsBy Richard Thompson © 1991(Jimmy Shands was a notable Scottish accordion player who made records a number of years ago. In this song, a fella is telling someone, apparently a lady of considerable girth, not to sit down on his Jimmy Shands records) When the party hit full swing I saw you come reelin' in Had that six-pack in a stranglehold Now you swagger, now you sway, why don't ya fall the other way I've got somethin' here worth more than gold Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands They don't mend with sticky tape and glue Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands That's my very best advice to you Call me precious, I don't mind 78's are hard to find Just can't get good shellac since the war This one's the Beltona brand finest label in the land They don't make 'em like that any more Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands They don't mend with sticky tape and glue Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands That's my very best advice to you Darlin' though you’re twice my size I don't mean to patronize Honey let me lead you by the hand Find a lap or find a chair you can park it anywhere Just don't rest your cheeks against my man Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands They don't mend with sticky tape and glue Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands That's my very best advice to you No shindig is half complete without that famous polka beat That's why they invite me I suppose Waltzes, strathspeys, eights and reels Now you know how good it feels Crank the handle boys away she goes Close This Window |