Johnny Was Good-Part Two

Roaming the village with black beautiful girl tucked in arms was Johnny the village god Adored by older boys with the world under his sure feet As he stepped on his darling round village girl. Other boys his age cried: no girlfriends of their own: Johnny you're good seeking chance for them him to join and play his girl they sought which they got. The guitar-boy had become an altar boy for the village mass. Legendary Johnny the god worshipped by all village boys, reviled all by uptown girls more and more they said Johnny you're so good Johnny was a sure god With his feet like cogs of wheel As tailor's feet on his machine he skillfully played it like a ball: The only village girl he knew and relationship they all adored of box guitar and shopping bags Where polythene never is too old for the god.