Johnson
Now I'm living locked outside
Sans opposable thumbs so all I'll do is cry.
And you, you said I can't behave
Forgot how to obey, my joke turned to a fight, a fight.
So it stands, I'll scratch out through the side
And don't you think I can't, I am six pounds of dynamite.
But wait, I'll stay out for the night
Bid farewell to Ramon and plan my distant flight.
Flight, flight
Flight.
Goodbye, it's time to say goodbye
Goodbye, it's time to say goodbye
Goodbye, it's time to say goodbye.