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!