Translation: Stan Rogers. Leave Her Johnny Leave Her.
Translation: Unknown. Leave Her Johnny.
Sex Pistol for a day All those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves It's gonna be A punk rock christmas this year Farah Fawcett will change her
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to You would cry too if it happened to you Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone But Judy left the same time Why was he holding her
Johnny is a joker, he's a bird A very funny joker, he's a bird But when he jokes my hone, he's a dog His jokin' ain't so funny, what a dog Johnny is a
' me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin' me a young tenor Nelly, stop, don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her She ready for whatever, I ain't even bought her
I hope it's my boy, but nope, it's my girlfirend But I ain't gon' call her back 'Cause she'll start to trip when I tell her where I'm headed at And
he jokes my honey (He's a dog) His jokin' ain't so funny (What a dog) Johnny is the joker that's been tryin' to steal my baby (He's a bird dog) Johnny
She was a be-bop baby on a hard day's night She was hangin' on Johnny, he was holdin' on tight I could feel her coming from a mile away There was no use
and the singer was singin' something about going home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny
comes three times when I nut Put my dick in her butt, walked on her cunt I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it Put my finger in her ass, let her smell
salmon where she feed her cat Wife everything Diamond cut like Johnny Lex collar attached Lickin' glass bowls in her cat clothes 'Cause crazy stacks finicky thing Her
From killa California to the shores of Japan Good times stayin' up late in Austin Coast to coast, V8 to Chicago To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in
From killa California to the shores of Japan Good times stayin' up late in Austin Coast to coast V8 to Chicago To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in
and me in love, the plug was a match Gats on the center, Irish pub She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks Clean Aston, now I got my hand on her
to Cry if I want to, cry if I want to You would cry too if it happened to you Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone Judy left the same time Why was he holding her
"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim Today you're going away So, you're going among the city folks to dwell" So spoke a kind old mother To her
stick my dick in her throat, whatever gon' float her boat But, one's trash is another man's treasure So if you gonna wife her than homey, you can get her