Little Johnny

(Verse 1) Little Johnny was a lad, just ten years old, A mouth so foul, it’d make your grandma scold. Teacher asked him, “Johnny, where’s your homework at?” He said, “Up your ass, you wrinkled old bat!” (Chorus) Oh, Little Johnny, sharp as a blade, Rude as hell, never afraid. Trouble’s his game, he’s a wicked little shit, Laughin’ through life with his dirty wit! (Verse 2) One day at church, preacher gave a prayer, Johnny yelled out, “Man, God don’t care! He’s too busy watchin’ your wife get laid, By the deacon in the back pew, gettin’ paid!” (Chorus) Oh, Little Johnny, sharp as a blade, Oh, Little Johnny, sharp as a blade, Rude as hell, never afraid. Trouble’s his game, he’s a wicked little shit, Laughin’ through life with his dirty wit! (Bridge) At the doc’s one day, for a check-up quick, Nurse said, “Johnny, you’re a walkin’ prick!” He grinned real wide, said, “Check my balls, They’re so damn big, they’re breakin’ laws!” (Verse 3) Out in the yard, with his cousin Sue, She said, “Johnny, what’s that smell on you?” He laughed and farted, loud as a gun, “Smell that, girl? That’s my idea of fun!” (Chorus) Oh, Little Johnny, sharp as a blade, Rude as hell, never afraid. Trouble’s his game, he’s a wicked little shit, Laughin’ through life with his dirty wit! (Verse 4) Caught by the cops, stealin’ from a store, “Johnny, why’d you do it?” they roared. He winked and said, “Your mom’s a cheap date, Needed cash to bang her by eight!” (Outro) So here’s to Johnny, that crude little soul, Makin’ folks blush from pole to pole. He’ll grow up wild, a legend, you’ll see, Little Johnny’s the king of blasphemy! At