Gentleman Jim, where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Your mother was Irish, you were always so stylish
In a new, modern, sexy kind of way
Oh G.J. what should I say when they ask me if you were a fake?
Because you had all the tools and you laughed at the fools
Who couldn't find a house or a heart to break
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim
Oh the room went dark, you were making your mark
Drawn like a moth to the flame
Oh G.J. they're gonna lock you away
Because they're looking for someone to blame for this
And I know all you are is a falling star, heading for my near future
We could look at the flowers and talk for hours
As long as the situation suits you
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim
Gentle was the night I held you
Gentle was the fire that felled you
Gentleman Jim, your little sin, Gentleman Jim
Gentleman Jim, be gentle with him
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim