[Intro – Guitar riff: dirty, palm-muted groove with wah-heavy lead line]
[Spoken with a sneer]
Yeah, you know him...
That brat with the slingshot and the crooked grin...
JIMMY HOPKINS!
[Verse 1 – Crunchy guitar, steady drums, bass thumping with attitude]
He got kicked outta school on a Monday mornin’
Lit a cherry bomb in the teacher’s drawer
Mama's cryin’, Daddy’s snorin’
Jimmy's ridin' his board through the corner store
Steals a pack of gum, flips the clerk the bird
Spits out lies smoother than a preacher’s word
Leather jacket, devil eyes
That kid's a middle finger in disguise
[Chorus – Big, anthemic with gang vocals]
Jimmy Hopkins, little devil boy
Burns it down and calls it joy
Trouble’s tailin’ every step he takes
He’s the earthquake in your birthday cake
Jimmy Hopkins, never plays it fair
Middle of the storm with a rockstar stare
Hide your rules and lock your door
He’s not just bad—he’s the folklore!
[Guitar solo – bluesy and wild, wah pedal screaming]
[Verse 2 – Starts clean, builds back into full instrumentation]
He sweet-talked the cop, slipped out clean
Vanished like a ghost from the crime scene
Spray can prophet with a rebel’s creed
Every good deed’s a dying breed
Lunchroom fights and bathroom tags
He’s king of chaos, the prince of rags
Principal’s nightmare, janitor’s pain
He’s the thunder crack before the rain
[Chorus – Same, with extra vocal harmonies]
Jimmy Hopkins, little devil boy
Burns it down and calls it joy
Trouble’s tailin’ every step he takes
He’s the earthquake in your birthday cake
Jimmy Hopkins, never plays it fair
Middle of the storm with a rockstar stare
Hide your rules and lock your door
He’s not just bad—he’s the folklore!
[Bridge – Funky, half-time groove, spoken vocals]
He’s got brass knuckles made of bubblegum
Broke your rules and called it fun
Outta detention, into the flames
Jimmy’s playin’ dirty games
[Breakdown – Guitar and drums only, call-and-response vocals]
"Who stole the keys?" – JIMMY!
"Who cracked the code?" – JIMMY!
"Who’s laughin’ loud while the world explodes?"
It’s that no-good punk, Jimmy Hopkins!
[Final Chorus – Full force, everyone shoutin']
Jimmy Hopkins, little devil boy
Burns it down and calls it joy
Trouble’s tailin’ every step he takes
He’s the earthquake in your birthday cake
Jimmy Hopkins, born to disobey
Smirkin’ at the mess he made
No halo, no remorse
He’s a wreckin' ball ridin’ a stolen horse!
Jimmy!.....Jimmy!......Jimmy!...
Eliah_Jay
