Johnny's got a crush on marilyn Goose bumps up and down his skin He runs to the door when she walks in And life won't be the same again Bracelets rattle on her wrist As she pulls her hair up into a french twist He's never seen her look like this And bites the fingers on his fist Johnny's had a crush on marilyn From the day he watched her life begin He pours a 7-up and gin Crosses himself once, and then again
Just a little bit after ten He turned on the tv in the den And pressed his lips onto her skin Saying "don't be frightened marilyn" Outside april's in full bloom As evening slides into her room He'll be home from work real soon Close the shade, silence the moon Duke levine…guitar Paul ossola…upright ba** Kenny white…wurlitzer, piano, sweater drum