[Verse] In the hills of old, where the rivers flow, There lived a man named Jimbob, a legend we all know. With a twinkle in his eye and a hearty laugh so grand, He wandered through the land, chicken wings in hand. [Chorus] Bow to Jimbob, the chicken wing king, With every bite, his praises we sing. With sauce on his lips and crumbs on his chin, He savors each flavor, a tasty sin. [Verse 2] From Dublin to Belfast, his fame did grow, As word spread of his feasts, a captivating show. The people gathered 'round, in awe they would stand, To witness Jimbob's triumph, the wing king of the land.