Johnny Reggae

What's he like Mavis? He's a real Tasty geezer. He's grown his hair a bit But it's smooth, not too long An' he wears a baseball shirt With a number seventeen on He looks great in his big white Basketball boots. He's stupid over football An' he looks me in the eye When he shoots. Reggae Reggae Reggae Here comes Johnny Reggae Johnny Reggae Reggae Lay it on me. Reggae Reggae Reggae... He'll always start a fight for me He's always on the phone At the dance-hall in the evening He'll always take me home In his fringe and buckle stompers And his two-tone tomic strides He's a real tasty geezer An' I'm his - here - inside.