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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patti Smith
Patti Smith
Lead Vocals
Richard Sohl
Richard Sohl
Piano
Lenny Kaye
Lenny Kaye
Lead Guitar
Ivan Kral
Ivan Kral
Guitar
Jay Dee Daugherty
Jay Dee Daugherty
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patti Smith
Patti Smith
Songwriter
Christopher Kenner
Christopher Kenner
Songwriter
Allen Lanier
Allen Lanier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Cale
John Cale
Producer
Bernie Kirsh
Bernie Kirsh
Engineer
Frank D'Augusta
Frank D'Augusta
Assistant Engineer

Songtexte

I wasn't doin' anything I wasn't doin' anything I was just I'm just I was-I'm not doin' nothin' Wh-wh-what are you doing here I was-but I Boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run Johnny wanted to move, move it, move it Well boy gripped Johnny pressed him against the locker Drove it, and drove it home drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head against the locker Crashing his head against the locker Laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister Need your baby sister, give me your baby sister, teach your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control Got to lose control and then you take control Then you're roll back saying you like it like that Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that Then you do the watusi Do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's just laying there, in his sperm coffin Angel comes up to him "This pretty boy Can't you show me nothing but surrender?" Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket Taped to his chest there's the answer He got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, do the watusi There's a little place across the tracks Name of the place is like it like that And the name of the place is, and the name of the place is, and the name of the place is Hit me
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