Jenny knew which boy she liked   The only one with a motorbike   With a gleam in his eye   He was always combin' back his hair      She never saw him at school   He was too busy being cool   In his black leather jacket   He was king of anywhere      Rebel souls with their shadows of mystery   Tough to the last   Are becoming just a part of our history   Memories from the past   What happened to the heroes of yesterday   Where have they gone   Their vision's too important to fade away   We'll have to carry it on      Johnny was a teenage punk   Starting fights and getting drunk   He was ready for a rumble    With a switchblade at his side      Jenny hid and cried that day   She wanted to run away   When she overheard them say   That Johnny died