​duggan

I'm just frontin'
But, whatever happened to Jim Duggan
I remember his 2 x 4 and intense [?] lovin'
I heard he got fat, eatin' too many breakfast muffins
Now down in Birmingham, he runs a bar with his cousin
Called Hooo!s
Hacksaw's is nuthin' special
Regular clientele, beer, shots, pretzels
He walks sorta slow, bad knees and bad toes
His career ended abruptly, when Randy Savage crushed his nose
And since then, he hasn't even seen a ring
And when he sneezes, his nasal cavity really stings
He doesn't miss wrestling, just the freedom it afforded
He never liked interviews or really, being recorded

Hacksaw's is nuthin' special
Regular clientele, Shane and Rick, Ethel
Mostly spoke of the past
Jim would occasionally chime in with, "yeah"
Leans on a cooler, in a stair, like he's not there
Jim Duggan's hacksaw was right beneath the peach schnapps
'Cause for protection there was a .45 Colt six shot
'Cause one day, the Fallen Angels, known for bustin' up bars
Drove down Birmingham and even destroyed Jim's car
And Jim's cousin found Duggan beneath the pizza oven
Beaten to a bloody pulp, broken stools, ripped coat
And since then Jim's vowed to get revenge
So he keeps a loaded Colt between two old pretzel bins