Album : Purple Onion
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Johnny come lately
All to the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill

Drivin' like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill

Little Fuzzy Wuzzy was a baby bear
Little Fuzzy Wuzzy didn't have no hair,
Little Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he,
But he didn't give a good hot damn.

Little Ruby had a purry kitty cat
Brother ran him off with a t-ball bat
Out on Green Hill the little kitty cat sat
'Till it met a '96 Dodge Ram

Johnny come lately
All to the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill

Drivin' like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill

Old John Donovan was drinkin' late
Took his car keys and he taunted fate
Swervin' 'cross the interstate
Crashed a mother and her son cold dead

Took John Donovan and hucked him in jail
He dipped in his wallet and posted bail
Headed back home before the sunrise shine
And slept in his very own bed

This little piggy won't cast a stone
That little piggy won't pick a bone
But these little piggies don't stand alone
When justice needs to be fed

Johnny come lately
All to the county
They come from the city
Out here to Green Hill

Drivin' like bastards
Stompin' the throttle
The buzzards of Green Hill
Grow fat on road kill
Johnny come lately   All to the county   They come from the city   Out here to Green Hill      Drivin' like bastards   Stompin' the throttle   The buzzards of Green Hill   Grow fat on road kill      Little Fuzzy Wuzzy was a baby bear   Little Fuzzy Wuzzy didn't have no hair,    Little Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he,    But he didn't give a good hot damn.      Little Ruby had a purry kitty cat   Brother ran him off with a t-ball bat   Out on Green Hill the little kitty cat sat    'Till it met a '96 Dodge Ram      Johnny come lately   All to the county   They come from the city   Out here to Green Hill      Drivin' like bastards   Stompin' the throttle   The buzzards of Green Hill   Grow fat on road kill      Old John Donovan was drinkin' late   Took his car keys and he taunted fate   Swervin' 'cross the interstate   Crashed a mother and her son cold dead      Took John Donovan and hucked him in jail   He dipped in his wallet and posted bail   Headed back home before the sunrise shine   And slept in his very own bed      This little piggy won't cast a stone   That little piggy won't pick a bone   But these little piggies don't stand alone   When justice needs to be fed      Johnny come lately   All to the county   They come from the city   Out here to Green Hill      Drivin' like bastards   Stompin' the throttle   The buzzards of Green Hill   Grow fat on road kill