Well Johnny’s run run running out of order ‘Cause he knows now how it feels to be hurt Because she didn’t give you a parting kiss She just gave you a picture of a bird You are left left left of the subway station Looking at grey winter faces in the fog This bird has flown back into her garden Left you trembling and whimpering like a dog
Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter The city’s faster than your heartbeat You’re not born to make these people happy You’ve got no wings to fly, so take your feet Back, turn your back on the city The little bird won’t fly to you again Swallow your tears, spit on the road now And help yourself, get out of this land
[Attention Johnny, travelling man This is your house speaking to you! Come back and clean my rooms from the dust And you will find an invitation to a breakfast With a nice girl from your street!]
Johnny, make your feet stomp louder Make your mind hope for better times Make your ears listen to another bird’s chirping Your song is good enough for another rhyme Your life is as exciting as ten lives If nobody dances with you, dance with the air If nobody talks, talk with your alter ego Or with the little lice in your hair
Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter The city’s faster than your heartbeat You’re not born to make these people happy You’ve got no wings to fly, so take your feet Back, turn your back on the city The little bird won’t fly to you again Swallow your tears, spit on the road now And help yourself, get out of this land
Back Johnny back, life’s so bitter The city’s faster than your heartbeat You’re not born to make these people happy You’ve got no wings to fly, fly with your feet Back, turn your back on the city The little bird won’t fly to you again Swallow your tears, spit on the road now And help yourself, get out of this land Get out of this land