Yeah
Do wahh, Do wahh, Do wahhhh ohhh
Hanging about
down the
I have been a washer up
An' he has been a
Drug stabbing time
Well I got working on the Ford line
A
When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurah, Tudah
He's coming
I swear by Almighty God
To tell the whole truth
And nothing
It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out
Well, I just got back an' I wish I never
We met when we were at school
Never took no shit
Tommy gun, you ain't happy 'less you got one
Tommy gun,
