Poor old John Carradine
Before he met his maker
He got to play a part
That stands the test of time
Shouting he held aloft
The miracle elixir
The townspeople ran him off
And the sunlight took his eyes
If you ever gave a damn for Sunny Jim
I'm sure you must remember him
Fresh out of paper plates
Guess I'll do the dishes
Instead of washing off
Only one plate at a time
Big evening up ahead
Wide array of choices
Bladerunner, Robocop,
Or the Bride of Frankenstein
If you ever gave a damn for Sunny Jim
I'm sure you must remember him
Dead soldiers line the road
Along the coffee table
Bladerunner's at the part
Where Rutger Hauer dies
I don't know anything
Why do I pretend to
If I did I'd be the one
Who's living with you now
If you ever gave a damn for Sunny Jim
I'm sure you must remember him
