john john*

john john go john john come. He see the light and think it through,
he jump around when feelin' blue. He see the day turn into nite and wonder when she shine a lite.
john john go john john come. He look upon the faces true, they pass him by and scuff the shoe. He march upon the streets of time wondering if he's on the line. Changing lines are on his face, now he join the human race. john john come john john go. Now he way past twenty-one and never seem to have the fun, next year he'll be 32 and settle down with things to do. He think about the days gone by, and how her eyes they used to cry. Now the streets have grown so big theres nothin' left but holes to dig.
john john come john john go.