He's Not, He's Just Missing
Johnny, Johnny Johnson,
Where have you gone, son?
I've looked all over the housing estate,
Come back little man, it's getting late.
But still, you haven't returned home,
Tell me boy are you alone?
I've worried for you lad, what with all the news
Of those evil men, who abduct and abuse
Both little girls and little boys,
Then they break their bodies like you break your toys.
Are you warm my son? Are you well?
Are you cold little one? Please won't you tell,
It's been three weeks now since you went away,
The police fear the worst, and that there'll come a day
When they'll find your body in a shallow grave,
Far too late for life, too late to save
I'll never give up, Johnny Johnson
You will always be your daddy's number one.
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