John Jones

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones, you son of a gun

You take my woman and you make me run

You make my friends all laugh at me

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones, you son of a gun

You call yourself a big, big man

Yet still you try to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones, you son of a gun

I don't like a man who try to belittle me

And I don't like a man who try to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones, you son of a gun

I don't like a man who try to belittle me

And I don't like a man who try to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones, you son of a gun

John Jones