| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| Went out for a drive
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| He hopped right in that long black car
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| With his baby by his side
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| In a run-down '50 cadillac
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| Jumped out the door
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| Pulled out his forty-four
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| And shot his baby three times in the back
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He ain’t afraid to break all the rules
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He never planned on comin' back
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| Never thought he’d use the rod at all
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| Then he said hey daddy-o
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| Put all your money in the bag
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| Or you’ll be starin'
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| At your brains on the wall
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| Thought he’d try the man on for size
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| So he took steady aim
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| At that spinnin' red light
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| But he wound up puttin'
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| One right between the eyes
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He ain’t afraid to break all the rules
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He never planned on comin' back
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| Now Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| Headed for the Arizona line
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| But word had gotten out
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| On the police radio
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| And he got as far
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| As Hollywood and Vine
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| Johhny, Johnny Kool
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| Shot it out with California’s best
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| But in the end he laid there dead
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| In a pool of crimson red
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| Now someone else
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| Would put him to the test
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He ain’t afraid to break all the rules
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He never planned on comin' back
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He ain’t afraid to break all the rules
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| Johnny, Johnny Kool
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| He never planned on comin' back |