Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye
He'll do, he'll never be done to
He takes on whoever flew through
Well, it's the normal thing to do, ah

Spring-heeled Jim lives to love
Now kissing with his mouth full
And his eyes on some other fool
So many women his head should be spinning

Ah, but no
Ah, but no
But no, ah, no

Spring-heeled Jim slurs the words
There's no need to be so knowing
Take life at five times the average speed, like I do
Until Jim feels the chill, oh, where did all the time go?

Once always in for the kill
Now it's too cold and he feels too old
Too old, mm, old

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): MARTIN JAMES BOORER, STEVEN MORRISSEY