Johny lard

LAST DAYS OF JOHNNY LARD

He would always stop
at the corner shop
and fill his pockets up.

Bars from outer space
and drinks from sugar mountain
crisps and things
and doughnut rings.

But skinny Billy Ray
would not let him be
he would sing a song
fatty fatty fatty.

Oh Johnny lard the farmers son
pigging out on sweets
and he can't run
can't kick a ball
or make in the team
you disgust us
you are so obscene

Every day they sang they song
and left him in the rain
and he was hiding
with the bars from the stars again.

Down down he went in the corner of the yard
get up get up Johnny lard
another day it's all the same
spitting kicking all the pain.

Another day for the farmers son, to the corner of the yard they all
run
"HEY JOHNNY LARDS GOT A GUN"
But he don't wanner play
he puts it in his mouth
And blows his-self away.