Lyrics:

Jimmy rode a bike with a steering wheel Said he didn't like the way the handle bars feel Folks said, 'Jimmy, son what's the deal?' And this is what Jimmy said... 'Ain't no more with the wonder why I can't live like those other guys So I dwell on the outside And do what's right for me' Get on wit' your bad self Get on wit' your bad self Get on wit' your bad self, Jimmy One day Jimmy was hangin' 'round A man said, 'Boy, won't you come down To a big tent meetin' outside town... Gonna be a big show!' Jimmy thought about it for a short while And his words came back with a big smile 'Well, if it ain't ordinary, then it's my style So I guess I'll have to go' From the time that he walked in that place There was a burnin' in his soul When he heard about Heaven and God's grace That Jimmy was a holy rollin' Some folks never quite figured out Just what Jimmy was all about Well he sure loved Jesus, but they had doubts about About the bike with a steering wheel