My Friend John

Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious Paperback dolls being slammed delirious Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief Well, I tumbled up the stairs the wrong way 'round I hit my head on the ceiling when my feet hit the ground And then the big dumb blonde in the goldfish bowl Cried "Ella's in the band, but she got no soul!" My friend John was the serious one Buttoned up the back and the job half done Lazy old boy when the good girls turn His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn When will he ever learn? Well, the night was spent and my money was young And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung And everybody danced in the same old way And if I'm feeling old and desperate, I'll be back some day My friend John was the serious one Buttoned up the back and the job half done Lazy old boy when the good girls turn His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn When will he ever learn? My friend John was the serious one Buttoned up the back and the job half done Lazy old boy when the good girls turn His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn When will he ever learn?