Johnny Tuff by Donovan
Buffont birds and burger boys
Are partying again
Greasy finger grope the twin sets
On the old ghost train
And pushing through the punters
Beneath the fairground glare
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,
Duck-tail in his hair,
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,
Duck-tail in his hair.
He's pushing his way to the queue front
Knocking hats off fools
He stands up in the chair plane
It's quite against the rules
Who is that animal screaming
At the girls from local schools?
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,
Flexing his tattoos
It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,
Flexing his tattoos.
He keeps a medicine ball hanging just inside his shed
So he can keep in training hitting it with his head
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