John the Revelator Put him in an elevator Take him up to the highest high
John the Revelator He's a smooth operator It's time we cut him down to size
Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again Seven angels with seven trumpets Send them home on the morning train Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! All he ever gives us is pain Well who's that shouting? John the Revelator! He should bow his head in shame
By and by By and by John the Revelator By and by John the Revelator By and by John the Revelator