Текст песни Johnny - Perfect

Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny what a ting now
Johnny what a shaame
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny
Oh Johnny what a ting now
Johnny what a shaame
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
His mother and his father are rastas
His brothers and his sisters too
Johnny was a lively little natty dreadlocks
I havent seen him for a very long time
We hear say you live a England
But when we see you last night
And you take out your tongue
What a limbambambambambam
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Was it for the money make you cut it
Johnny tell me
Was it for the fame make you shave
Johnny tell me
Was it for the girls why you trim
Or is it the hype and the bike and the bling, yoh!
Was it for the goals
That you have achieved in life
Why you lost your soul
You naturally out of control
And I dont want to believe what my eyes have behold
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Remember the words of the Father
Is always so pure and true
And high king Selassie he is watching us
And every little thing that we do.
I havent seen him for a very long time
Mi hear say you live a Boston
But when Mi see you last night
And you take out your tongue
What a limbambambambambam
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread
Johnny shouldn't shave
But Johnny trim
And turned baldhead
Johnny shouldn't shave
Oh Johnny
You cut your natty dread