Lyrics:
Oriente
La fiesta estaba caliente
Johnny el Menta así dormía
Y Edimiro le decía
No hay cama pa' tanta gente
Vi el Gran Combo que llegaba
Y a Ramito el
a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
Well my mama sold eggs
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
See that's what I'm talkin bout
When you take the Johnny Blaze
And you take that game and you plug that here
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road
With a ratchet in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Here comes Mary, here comes Sue
A-here comes Johnny and Bobby too
It's finger pop poppin' time
I feel so good
And that's a real good sign
(Hey
(When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurray, hurrah)
(Chorus)
Long live our lo-o-ove, long live our happiness,
Here's a toast to happiness,
Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road
With a ratchet in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Patti Johnny Suzie and me we're gonna take a ride on the flying machine
The flying machine it flies so high oh my love we can't pass it by
Up in
seen the Grand Ole Opry and I've met Johnny Cash
If that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
Mama sells eggs at a grocery store
My oldest sister is
Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist
Johnny you're too bad
Walking down the road
With a ratchet in your waist
Johnny
your old friends treat you like you're something new
Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down
You look in
how the people stand it,
But I guess they do
Cause they're all still there,
Even Johnny Franklin too
In the Village of the Sun
Village
been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christine's fallen out with lucky
Johnny's got a gun
"Please Please Me"'s number
I'm dancing with Johnny, but looking at Jim,
And praying, "Oh please make him jealous!".
my arms around Johnny, my heart's around Jim,
But nothing
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
was a time, a while ago
I would have said I'd never let you go
There was a time, long gone
I would have said: oh Johnny boy
You're singing the wrong
between
(Johnny Richter)
Welcome to my block with the spot that I call my home
Where the locks are unlocked and I got cellular phones
Where the Kings was
If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if
Blacked out, like it was in 1968
Like Johnny Cash any given day
Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang
Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart
sea-weed
Criminals be up to no good
So I tuck a heater
Bulletproof suit still in the fuckin cleaners, but anyways
I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze
Told
been proved
In the House a resignation, guilty faces everyone
Christine's fallen out with Lucky, Johnny's got a gun
"Please, please me"'s number one
them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny
Some say he's bad,
But I say he's bonny
Finest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Well, I know
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
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