One day in 1955,
Johnny walked out that door.
Nobody knew if he was dead or alive,
But he said I ain’t coming back no more.
No one knew why he left,
But we know what he said.
If I was to lead a life like you,
I’d rather be dead.
Maybe even Jack the Ripper,
Ripping of your tiny head,
Maybe even miss Daisy,
On her way back home.
Days rolled by,
And time was dragging slow,
Without him being home.
A shame that you left,
But don’t be long,
It makes the heart grow cold.
If you ever find yourself
Dreadfully alone,
Please do come home.
Maybe even Jack the Ripper,
Ripping of your tiny head,
Maybe even miss Daisy,
On her way back home.
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