| The sky is grey
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| He’s off for the day
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| Cos Johnny don’t care what the company say
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| His cold wet forehead has a strain to take
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| But he smiles for a while
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| Cos Johnny’s in love again
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| It’s loud and red
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| There’s a hole in it’s head
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| Cos Johnny’s started on the pistol break
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| His cold wet forehead has a strain to take
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| But he smiles for a while
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| Cos Johnny’s in love again
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| But my friend Johnny’s got a lot to enjoy
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| He don’t hang around with the rest of the boys
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| He sits with his sandwiches gun in hand
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| Singing 'loves me, loves me not'
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| And popping off Gods toys
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| Johnny’s in love again
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| Lost without a trace
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| In the fields behind his place
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| And he’ll keep on pumping till they all come down
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| His cold wet forehead wears a bright blue frown
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| But he smiles for a while
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| Cos Johnny’s in love again |