Here's a tale of ole John Courage
He stood out from the crowd
With all bark, no bite, piss drunk and loud
As each ale went down his wisdom followed
And the liquid courage of John, it started to show
Back up ole friend of mine, don't cross that line
Back up ole friend of mine, don't cross that line
Then I look to the corner to drink with myself
I found it better for me, and for John's health
Like the bu*t of a joke, along came John
Then he asked for the time and he reached for a smoke
Back up ole friend of mine, don't cross that line
Back up ole friend of mine, don't cross that line
Well, he laughed at my request and flicked some ash in my quarter cask
Then we entered the danger zone and I wondered if he was alone
I went straight to the dome and dropped him like a stone
(Straight to the dome and dropped him like a stone)
Such is the tale of ole John Courage
We hadn't seen or heard from him since then, when he was sent to oblivion
But old salts die hard and hes no exception to the rule
Speak of the devil, hes come right back for more
I say back up ole friend of mine, don't cross that line
Right now you need to f**ing STOP!