Jimmy Who?

From a terraced house in Leeds he be

To then make it as a DJ Celebrity

From rags to riches they may say

But in the end he had to pay

A staunch Catholic at heart

Those young folk he tore apart

Accused & contested but never caught

So off to London & a Rolls Royce he bought

Apparently he fixed it for you & me

But did he offer you a tour of his dressing room for free

He covered his tracks in a screen of cigar smoke

But all were duped by the way he spoke “now then now then”

Even a knighthood came his way & the BBC took to increasing his pay

There was no end to his constant riddling

But never tried for his paedophilic fiddling

For him its now all over the place

But for his victims alas he won’t face

He’s now in the ground, at an angle & facing East

I don’t have a good name for him-but the Scots do

“Jimmy the Beast”