He has fingers like birds on guitar strings
And a way with the words that he sings
He's a writer, a strummer
With a voice warm as summer
He's also my brother
Good ol' Diamond Jim
I could conversate with him for hours
Though as soon as it's late, he loses his powers
His mind is a poem
I'm lucky I know him
To know him's to love him
Good ol' Diamond Jim
He's a family man in a Volkswagen van
With a brain like a pan with a fried egg or two
He's a family man in a Volkswagen van
Although when he can, he drives a Subaru
He had long hippie hair and I knew he was cool
In the college dorm where I dropped out of school
Now his hair's out of place
It fell down to his face
Under eyes like deep space
Good ol' Diamond Jim
He has a huge heart for his whole family
And the luckiest part is this includes me
He added one brother
To the three from his mother
And there is no other
Good ol' Diamond Jim
He added one brother
To the three from his mother
And there is no other
Good ol' Diamond Jim