Poor Old John
Oh darlin' I pray
I catch your lover one day
Sneaking out of my backdoor
Like he did yesterday
I'll get a grand for his liver
Make an ashtray out of his tongue
Last night while falling asleep
I found a handkerchif down by my feet
The smell was on my sheets
Like Old Spice it reeked
I'll get a grand for his kidneys
Make a paperweight out of his gums
Poor old John
Not around for long
Poor old John
Not around for long
Poor old John
Not around for long
Poor old John
Not around for long