Johnny

Standing by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, looking like a tramp, I listen to the news, someone else to hate, other cuds to chew, better take a chance, if we play this game, we could go to France, hoping we’re not askew, wondering what's to gain, whatever else we do, all this talk of paths, they’ll scatter our remains, whenever there’s a chance, someone will bring a can, shout hooya what a day, drink before we’re asked, cigarettes and laughs, beer drunk like champagne, life here's a dance, we’ll kill it anyway.