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couldn't get up
After drinking just a quart of that Johnny Jump Up

Johnny Jump Up, Johnny Jump Up, yeah
Johnny Jump Up, Johnny Jump Up, yeah
Johnny Jump Up

Johnny Jump Up

I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Youghal by the sea
The sun it was bright, and the day it was war

to the ground and I couldn't get up

cfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
cfter lowering the third I headed strait for the yard

Where I bumped into Brophy

or a hundred and ten,
Well I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up,
After drinking a quart of the Johnny-Jump-Up.

After lowering the third, I headed straight

of the Johnny-Jump-Up 
  
 After leavin' the third I came out by the yard 
 Where I walked into Brophy the big civic guard; 
 'Come 'ere to me boy don't you know I'm

fell to the ground and I couldn't get up
After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up

After lowering the third I headed strait for the yard
Where I

chubby legs a-kicking around

Last night I was a really was a shakin' on the Johnny Jump Up, the Johnny Jump Up
Tossing and turning, twisting, yelling

please give me a minute
And moonglow and catkin and crookneck
And painted tongue and seedpod and johnny jump-up
Thank you what in us rackets glad
What

and reach out with your hand

Owl moon and singing about firetrucks and cars
From the Johnny jump up to strumming my guitar
When you came into this world I

Without you I cannot breath
Well baby what's up
Looking pretty like a Johnny Jump Up
I like your smell baby pull up
We gon go on a ride go giddy up
She's

I'm no proddy johnny jump up
I'm a Catholic boy with no shackles to bind me
Walking the Dilly with Quentin Crisp
Ready to milk my money from

this seems like borrowed time

Pay it no mind, Everything is find

But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter

While this whole place died.

A Johnny Jump-Up

picked Johnny jump-ups in spring
It's okay

and the blood of her mortal lover Adonis
whom she did implore not to hunt boar
   (to no avail)

the epic and the commonplace:
johnny jump-ups, petites pensées

borrowed time
Pay it no mind, everything is fine
But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter while this whole place died
 
A johnny jump-up is a lovely thing