Big Hand Goodbye Johnny
Say goodbye Johnny, goodbye Johnny
Oh Johnny, we’re sorry, so sorry, goodbye Johnny
Johnny was a chef, Johnny was a chef,
Oh times were tough, he couldn’t get enough
So Johnny had to go away for evermore
Well we were singing goodbye Johnny, goodbye Johnny
Oh Johnny, we’re sorry, too bad
Johnny all this time, you knew you had to go
All his life, he was waiting, to meet a girl like you
All his life, anticipating, that you might pull him through
Johnny was a chef, after a long days bustle, nerves and muscle
And all the things that make him hustle are the string and mince
And ever since he lost his physical impediments, he walks in a stream of brilliance
Well Miranda was his girl, the sunshine of his world
She wanted him no more, and kicked him out the door
And Johnny hung his head and cried
