|
Leitch |
|
Buffont birds and burger boys are partying again |
|
Greasy fingers grope the twin sets on the old ghost train |
|
And pushing through the punters beneath the fairground glare |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, duck-tail in his hair |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, duck-tail in his hair. |
|
He's pushing his way through queue fronts, knocking hats off fools |
|
He stands up in the chairy plane, it's quite against the rules |
|
Who is that animal screaming at the girls from local schools ? |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, flexing his tattoos |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, flexing his tattoos. |
|
He keeps a medicine ball hanging just inside his shed |
|
So he can keep in training, hitting it with his head |
|
He'll nut you at the local hop if you as much as glance |
|
At Johnny Tuff and his bit of stuff when they begin to dance |
|
Da da da dance, da da da dance, da da da da ... |
|
Oh, Johnny he's from way back, how far ? No one knows |
|
The Original Boy-o still in the same old clothes |
|
They say he never grew up, that's why he's all the rage |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, permanent teenage |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, permanent teenage. |
|
Here's to Elv and Eddie, Brando and Jimmy too |
|
And crepes 'n' drapes and leather gear, and ace cafe-food 'n' brew |
|
But the hero of our story, he will always be the King |
|
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, everybody sing or else |
|
Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff. |
|
Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff. |
