I remember Johnny, hey!
Johnny come lately
I remember her shoes, like a ballerina
A girl called Johnny, who
Changed her name when she
Discovered her choice was to change
Or to be changed
I remember a girl called Johnny
Black as hell, and white as a ghost
"Don't talk about life or death"
She said, "I've had enough of both"
A girl called Johnny, who was not scared
They would have torn her to pieces, but
Who would dare?
I remember a girl called Johnny
The train came to town, boy she got on it
Without looking back, there was barely a word
If she said goodbye, well I never heard
But the noise goes on
The noise, the jazz
Truth is in somebody else's hands
And the house that a girl called Johnny built
Is now just so much ashes and sand
Ashes and sand
Ashes and sand
Ashes and sand
