Johnny Was A Rudeboy
Johnny was a rudeboy living on dreams
Hung around with the scum and all the dope fiends
Johnny was a rudeboy his life was crappy
Some cans and a joint and he was happy
A sweet young man who had massive potential
But never got one academic credential
The boys in his class had the world on a plate
He chose to be an enemy of the state
Johnny was a rudeboy his mates were too
Standing in line on that rotten dole queue
Johnny was a rudeboy with a bright idea
'I'll work in Tesco, Boots or Ikea'
So he did nine to five was a slave to the city
Working in a job where the pay was shitty
The boss was enough to make him ill
So he left with severance straight from the till
Johnny was a rudeboy with a good plan
Sprayed his name on the corner where he'd stand
Johnny was a rudeboy the guy was sound
He had the best weed in all of town
He made his money to pay the rent
His pocket knife was dull and bent
He came across all loaded and tough
But the money he made was never enough
Johnny was a rudeboy a lamb to the slaughter
He soon fell in love with the constable's daughter
Now Johnny was a rudeboy earning for two
And he knew exactly what he had to do
He asked her 'When does your dad go out?'
She said '9.30 without a doubt'
She asked him why he said 'No reason'
But his mind was awash with acts of treason
Johnny was a rudeboy in the constables house
Stealing money for his precious spouse
Johnny was a rudeboy down on his luck
He didn't know he was a sitting duck
'Cause his girlfriend's mother had woken from bed
And put the frying pan straight to his head
The coppers found Johnny two steps from the door
Dazed and confused on the kitchen floor.
Well that was Johnny's short lived tale
He was fresh off the dole and bound to fail
Now his face is battered and pale
Johnny was a rudeboy, but now he's in jail.