It was in the month of sweet July
and a courtship had just begun.
They was both eighteen years old,
but he was a little too young.
For whenever she'd ask him to do a little job,
he was always heard to say,
Well, I wouldn't know anything about that,
better go and ask Jimmy Gray.
I have a field of early corn,
it's waiting to be mown.
Love, you come around with your scythe
and help me to mow it down?
He said, my scythe is rusty,
too blunt for corn or hay.
For a mowing machine,
the best to be seen
belongs to Jimmy Gray.
I have a little sports car,
but it drives me round the bend.
Would you come and fit me a new drive shaft,
or maybe some new big ends?
He says, if you'll take my advice,
you'll phone up the AA.
But if you want a bang -up job,
just go and ask Jimmy Gray.
I have a lovely feather bed,
it's big enough for two.
Nice and wide and strong beside,
but the frame is split in two.
He says my drill needs sharpening
and there may be some delay.
She turned around and went to the phone
and called up Jimmy Gray.
He's fixed her bed,
he's mowed her field
and ground her corn to flour.
Fit a new drive shaft,
and off they went at a
hundred miles an hour.
So fellas, if ever a girl should ask,
would you do a little job today?
Just grab your tools and run like a hare,
be there before Jimmy Gray.