Lyrics

James, we were always friends.
Not from childhood days, but we had a plan.
I invite you on to pick some games.
You always pick the road,
But your record says you need an education.

James, do you like your life?
Between you and Jaws, these "expert" picks are trite.
Why don't you just write another masterpiece.
Do what's good to you.
Leave the picks to chimps and monkeys....

James
You were so relied upon
Everybody knows how hard you tried.
Hey
Look at the poor job you've done
Won't you think of you family's pride?