Lyrics:
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
orders, so the roll call begin
Atkins Baker, Carter Calahan, Clement Jones, Johnson Moran
McCoy, Perkins Rivers and Revere Stepherd, Thomas Wilson
What can
Martha Ellen Jenkins, how long have I chased
The boys away from you
It seems like it was yesterday I turned
Bill Johnson's green eyes black and blue
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman
Sunday School teacher what brings you out slummin'
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you
memories even time cannot erase
Old man Johnson's store, where we grew up too fast
All that remains today are echoes from the past
Used to be a boomin'
than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, "Vigilante"
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing
They
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
Yeah, hold it right there in that groove, hold it right there. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Baby, baby, please, baby, please come back to me.
on her mind.
Violin, sing the blues for me! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
Kick it low, boys! Kick it low! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
record I made for, for Okeh Records … Fallin' Rain
Blues – that was a big hit. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Storm is risin', the rain begin to fall.
don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who
And a student a while at Brown
He cast his vote for Johnson in 1964
But let me quote his own words
On the subject of this war:
"I call this a war of aggression
Rock hard and kick ass like (I hate you donkeys)
My oatmeal lumpy, my Johnson's mumpy, Harlem humpty
Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's been reported you've been drinking
And running round with men and goin' wild
Now we
Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at Richard rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty
She was pacing back and forth
On her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel
In my daddy's ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept
the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all
Get one up
Down at Johnson's Creek
The trees grow tall
Like a man who feeds his soul on Your word
And I can look in the water
I can see the stars fall
Dear Mr. Johnson, we're sorry to inform you
Your request for a second loan has been refused
And the board of directors up in the city
Has
on a tractor ain't seen Becky all week
Somebody said they seen 'em headed down to the creek
Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows
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