Lyrics:
Williams John Home

home among the gumtrees With lots of plum trees A sheep or two, a kangaroo A clothesline out the back Veranda out the front And an old rocking chair Give me a home

same cup, They drink I'm doin' time, how long I don't know. William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. John had only one, watch the

coming home Says William to John, Can you throw a stone Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball Says John to William, I canna'

and hope Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope There's a world of good intentions and pity in their eyes The sedated homes of

and Mrs. Hattie May Okay, you fuckin' with the real motherfuckers Okay, live from Capitol Hill motherfucker Crooklyn Crime town, one seven one eight Home of the one eight seven bitch, who want my John

Well I'm the jibber jabber, jaw like Shabba Franks making thanks, operating like Trapper John M.D., yeah, that's what folks tell me I plan on going far

call, she feeds my skin Sixteen and on the run from home Found a job in Times Square working Live S and M shows Twenty-five bucks a fuck and John's

the bodega with the hammer steamin [Kool G. Rap] Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step) [Billy Danze] Mentally I'm home alone,

whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart Sweet gene vincent Young and old and gone Sweet gene vincent Who, who, who slapped john? White face