Big Johnny

Almost memories, the nice booze time
Beauty Johnny where we laugh with all the sunshine
Life is old there, older than the lose
Younger than the punk rock, nice was the booze

Big Johnny you're my home
You're the place I belong
Horny long talks in summer, in winter
Always snug with many friends

How many beer bottles have we boozed there?
How many bubble corks have we popped there?
Cigarette smoking, peace and no nazis
No fucking people who say what we shall do