‘Sick Boy’ Johnny (or Prudes Turn Over)

‘Sick boy’ Johnny went beating his drum.
Crying out loud to make it look like fun.
Like a pernicious virus that whipped out the sick.
‘Sick boy’ Johnny went chopping every fornicating prick

‘Sick boy’ Johnny was sick in is head
He wasn’t some introvert who stuck to his bed
He had a rabid plan to convert every mortal
Into prudes who were forbidden to handle their throttle.

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