Poor Old John

Oh darlin' I pray

I catch your lover one day

Sneaking out of my backdoor

Like he did yesterday

I'll get a grand for his liver

Make an ashtray out of his tongue

Last night while falling asleep

I found a handkerchif down by my feet

The smell was on my sheets

Like Old Spice it reeked

I'll get a grand for his kidneys

Make a paperweight out of his gums

Poor old John

Not around for long

Poor old John

Not around for long

Poor old John

Not around for long

Poor old John

Not around for long