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The sky is grey |
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He's off for the day |
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Cos Johnny don't care what the company say |
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His cold wet forehead has a strain to take |
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But he smiles for a while |
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Cos Johnny's in love again |
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It's loud and red |
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There's a hole in it's head |
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Cos Johnny's started on the pistol break |
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His cold wet forehead has a strain to take |
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But he smiles for a while |
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Cos Johnny's in love again |
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But my friend Johnny's got a lot to enjoy |
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He don't hang around with the rest of the boys |
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He sits with his sandwiches gun in hand |
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Singing 'loves me, loves me not' |
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And popping off Gods toys |
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Johnny's in love again |
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Lost without a trace |
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In the fields behind his place |
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And he'll keep on pumping till they all come down |
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His cold wet forehead wears a bright blue frown |
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But he smiles for a while |
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Cos Johnny's in love again |
