[size=+2]D[/size]eep down in London, close to Slough, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Jonny B. Rotten Who never ever learned to read or write so well? But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. Chorus: [size=+2]G[/size]o! Go! Go, Jonny, go! go! Go, Jonny, go! go! Go, Jonny, go! go! Go, Jonny, go! go! Jonny B. Rotten [size=+2]H[/size]e used to carry his guitar in a gunnysack, Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade, Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. When people passed him by they would stop and say, 'Oh, my but that little London boy could play' Chorus [size=+2]H[/size]is mother told him, 'someday you will be a man, You will be the leader of a big ol' band. Many people comin' from miles around Will hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name'll be in lights, Sayin' 'Jonny B. Rotten tonight'' Chorus
Turn the lights out nobody will know the difference [i would imagine].. not that i want to imagine two young boys fucking each other.. i hasten to add.
