Mario Caldato Jr - Johnny Ryall lyrics

One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four Oh, wine cooler Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than my mayor, Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' on the street, there ain't a damn thing funny With the hand-me-down food, and the hand-me-down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Well... Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Kickin' uptown, kickin' downtown, kickin' crosstown Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall He drinks where he lies, he's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Well, go upstate and get your head together Thunderbird is the word, and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house, no booze allowed Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from (in Tennessee) He lives in the street but he's no bum A rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold A platinum voice, but only gold records On the ba** was Boots on the drums was Checkers Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall Who do you think you are Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Takin' the night train, takin' the O.E Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three... Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men's Shelter Wonderbread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more He's no less important than you working cla** stiffs Drinks a lot of liquor, but he don't drink piss He paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right y'all his name is Johnny, kick it Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Check the cool wax!