Lyrics

Not going to Listen

Mr Johnson drew my attention to a lady dressed in blue
She’s got a figure like a film star and she’s crazy about you
I heard she was unstable - fond of telling lies
Mr Johnstone drew my attention to the crossing of her thighs.

Well, I’m not going to listen to Mr Johnson any more
No, I’m not going to listen to Mr Johnson any more

My neighbour’s wife she called round to return my garden hose
Mr Johnson pointed out to me her scanty summer clothes
I like my next-door neighbour - I didn’t want to flirt
Mr Johnson emphasised to me the shortness of her skirt

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I went to see the teacher - to talk about my boy
Mr Johnson said she’s glorious just like Helen of Troy
I tried to pay attention - can’t recall what we discussed
Mr Johnson was discoursing on the magnificence of her bust

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Mr Johnson’s always with me when I’m walking down the street
And the things he whispers in my ear are not very discreet
If I’m going to keep my darling gonna have to change my ways
Ignore ol’ Mr Johnson, close my ears to what he says

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Been kicked out of window
Been thrown out of doors
Wandered naked in the rain
Searching for my clothes
Nearly lost a real fine woman
Who I really do adore
Well I ain’t gonna listen to Mr Johnson – anymore.

© Willi Kerr 2023