It seemed like any other Saturday We had a little drink before the dance The conversation was the usual We covered football and romance
In walked Johnny dressed to kill all the girls He didn't have a care in the world It seemed like any other Saturday Had a little drink before the dance
So go John , Go! Oh baby So go John , Go! Get it on son
We stood there eyeing the availables All single men are easy meat But John he stood alone at the bar His two left feet don't feel the beat
He tried real hard but they all knocked him back It wasn't only his suit that was black He watched us spoonin' the availables Oh lonely men are easy meat
So go John , Go! So go John , Go! Go on son Get it on Get it on now Yeah- down on the floor Looking good
I was in armchair reading the Sunday Rags When ol'Bill knocked upon the door- "We need assistance to identity, This suicide at number four."
In his notes he left the last words on his life He had no ma, no pa, and so far no wife!
He didn't want another Saturday He said, "Stay away! It's my last dance!"
Oh no John , No! No! Oh no John , No! No! No! Why'd ya do it son? Why'd ya do it?
Ah, sorry that you're gone, John Yeah You were like a Like a father to me Like a father to me Like a father to me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
