Texty: The Waterboys. A Girl Called Johnny.

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I remember johnny - hey!

Johnny come lately

I remember her shoes like a ballerina

A girl called johnny who

Changed her name when she

Discovered her choice was to

Change or to be changed



I remember a girl called johnny

Black as hell and white as a ghost

Don't talk about life or death

She said, "I've had enough of both"

A girl called johnny who was not scared

They'd have torn her to pieces but

Who would dare?



I remember a girl called johnny

The train came to town, boy she got on it

With no looking back, with not a word

If she said goodbye, well I never heard

But the noise goes on

The noise, the jazz

And the truth is in somebody elses hands

And the house that a girl called johnny built

Is now just some ashes and sand