Johnny

Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny what a ting now Johnny what a shaame Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny Oh Johnny what a ting now Johnny what a shaame Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread His mother and his father are rastas His brothers and his sisters too Johnny was a lively little natty dreadlocks I havent seen him for a very long time We hear say you live a England But when we see you last night And you take out your tongue What a limbambambambambam Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Was it for the money make you cut it Johnny tell me Was it for the fame make you shave Johnny tell me Was it for the girls why you trim Or is it the hype and the bike and the bling, yoh! Was it for the goals That you have achieved in life Why you lost your soul You naturally out of control And I dont want to believe what my eyes have behold Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Remember the words of the Father Is always so pure and true And high king Selassie he is watching us And every little thing that we do. I havent seen him for a very long time Mi hear say you live a Boston But when Mi see you last night And you take out your tongue What a limbambambambambam Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread Johnny shouldn't shave But Johnny trim And turned baldhead Johnny shouldn't shave Oh Johnny You cut your natty dread