JONNY

Full pelt down a landslide I’m swigging Listerine Wash away while I capsize In inabilities You’re not safe in that slag’s mind She wants her mini-me’s Run the race if you’re rat-like Just keep a little cheese Press un-play, you’re on standby And now you’re middled age Second season of sad sight And daddy needs a raise Debt collectors a fat guy Keeps turning up with mates And demanding a plate When I just made a bolognese Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Honey on a bun Secrets on the pillow Look what you gone and done She said “fuck it” I said “ditto” Look now we on the run Turn to me like “how we get home?” Like I am not the one Honey on a bun Tick follows tock, follows tick, follows tock Tell me how long have we got On this big hollow rock Told me I’m too lit I’m literally not Told me take it all off But there’s bits in my sock I think it was room 47 She said 45 minutes ’til the next session So I’m guessing there won’t be No fucking wedding Always did love a happy ending Always did run it like the reverend The man, the myth, the legend I’m fucking up a pack Like I’m opening a present I’m fucking off my- Tick follows tock, follows tick, follows tock How long have we got On this big hollow- what what Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Fuck your peace sign Yeah I really meant it When I said it, never rewind Burning in the belly in my eyes And on a three five Try’na keep me calm, They’re piping up but on a decline I can’t seem to keep quite right From the knee height Something ‘bout the cut of him That something doesn’t seem right Stuck with his injustice In his buggy and he squeezed tight Never let it go And now he’s foaming out on each side Better believe I tried Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese One, two, three, four, race Honey on a bun Secrets on the pillow Look what you gone and done She said “fuck it” I said “ditto” Look now we on the run Turn to me like “how we get home?” Like I am not the one Honey on a bun Jonny made a baby Jonny made a beat Jonnies on the park bench Bobbies on the beat No, the kids don’t play heads and volleys In the street Singing “please let me land somewhere but the concrete” I’m weak at the knees The birds, the bees Fall in love for free Burn the receipt Of course I couldn’t see I turned the cheek If you got it all for free Then it weren’t nothing cheap You’ll see