John Jones
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
You take my woman, you make me run
You make my friends all laugh at me
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
You call yourself a big big man
Still you try to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you're the son of a gun
And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
The son of a gun