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In a bar Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker
Runs up a bill he can't pay
He's drinking to the memory
Of a prince in a paupers grave

And it's go Johnny go
Where the bruises don't show
In the church yard
Where the nervous get wrecked
And turn off your wireless
For two minutes silence
Cough up and pay your respects

And go to the park
Where vicars and tarts
Prey for their tormented souls
By the American graffiti
From Elephant and Castle
In Ford Capri Orange
Volkswagen yellow and gold

Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker
Runs up a bill that the pope couldn't pay
He's drinking to the memory
Of a prince in a paupers grave

Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker
Cockles his muscles alive alive, 'o
Smashes his bottles of unholy water
And it's go, Johnny go, Johnny go, go

Back to the churchyard
Where day out and day in
Those original sinners
Are religiously praying

And where there was muck
There's a brass band that's playing
Playing to the memory
Of a prince in a paupers grave
In a bar Johnny drinks   Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker   Runs up a bill he can't pay   He's drinking to the memory   Of a prince in a paupers grave      And it's go Johnny go   Where the bruises don't show   In the church yard   Where the nervous get wrecked   And turn off your wireless   For two minutes silence   Cough up and pay your respects      And go to the park   Where vicars and tarts   Prey for their tormented souls   By the American graffiti   From Elephant and Castle   In Ford Capri Orange   Volkswagen yellow and gold      Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks   Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker   Runs up a bill that the pope couldn't pay   He's drinking to the memory   Of a prince in a paupers grave      Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks   Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker   Cockles his muscles alive alive, 'o   Smashes his bottles of unholy water   And it's go, Johnny go, Johnny go, go      Back to the churchyard   Where day out and day in   Those original sinners   Are religiously praying      And where there was muck   There's a brass band that's playing   Playing to the memory   Of a prince in a paupers grave