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1975 Red Devil

Still in 75 The Red Devil

Wayne was in the boot of the white holden, mine
Mildred was a driving into a drive in movie fine
The car it lurched and wobbled Kangarooed just a bit
The wheel brace kept a rising smacking into Wayne’s lip

Wayne Estelle and I were in the jolly car 
Mildred was joint smoking we were cackling like Galahs
We sat in a restruant at the pub at Capalaba 
Wayne dropped a ripping tearing noise it nearly cleared the bar

2 hairy Hippies in a FB Holden gave us a bit of lip  (60 model holden)
So Wayne hoisted a tall one on their roof, rattled just a bit 
So they came again and sideswiped Wayne’s blue Ford ute (70 ute)
At the red light Wayne flogged the passenger 
While I stopped the lurching bag of fruit…(it was Kangarooing)

Wayne bought a watch at a flea market 
That wasn’t any good
So we swapped it back to Barry Barker
As anybody would …

Wayne picked out a good one 
Handed it 2 me 4 a quick look 
My other hand gave back the bad un
 dead watch back to the crook….

They still seek him here and seek him there
Always gone when they come to look
The Red Devil ain’t been caught anywhere
And they’re left holding the book….

Don Johnson, about my nemesis Cuz Wayne who run off with me wife:)

The Red Devil Went

The Red Devil Bronco Johnson 1950-2007
Oh he blew into Toowoomba in 1972
The GTHO Ford was firing left black tracks on bitumen too
Laid 200 feet of rubber they were still smoking in the street
When the coppers came to look he’d been and gone a red streak

The police they asked a local who he was and where he’d gone,
Heard he’d be back in Brisbane now the low flying Ford flashed on ..

Back in Brissy he then got another car
 and came to the 5ways at the Gabba hoorah.   (Brisbane Cricket ground Gabba)
A copper was a dancing cos he’d run over his right foot 
Dickie Daniels was on point duty had a blister black and beaut 
                  (Policeman Dickie was famous at the Gabba)

Him and I were in an accident at Forest Glen
2 cars destroyed in 75 I had some few bones to mend
The red Ford Escort was a flash, at 90 miles an hour 
Old Holden died on impact but we lived still had the power

Mark and Wayne and I, we lived one time  together 
Sometimes Mark or Wayne had our Jane depending on the weather 
Went to parents without parteners, others came also my brother
Mark went home with one shiela and Wayne he caught another

So Wayne was a telling me a Chris lived with his new girlfriend
I said I’d win her sight unseen, it happened and then
Mark went back to Jane I moved in with Christine 
Stayed together 22 years my path was surely green  (lovely woman)

You couldn’t track the Red Devil he’d learnt his craft too well
Just down the road he would wander, maybe Jonny White for a spell
Sometimes you would see him and sometimes  gone and then
Down the road again , down the road again , down the road again  …

Don Johnson……

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