This is
the story of Johnny Cool.
It tells the tale of his life.
They say Johnny was meant to be,
and content to be,
mixed up in sorrow and strife.
He lived by the gun and by the knife.
Johnny Cool, Johnny Cool
He lived by the gun and by the night
Johnny Cool, Johnny Cool
If you were friendly to Johnny Cool
You were just playing the fool
They say Johnny was friend to none
Friend to only one
He went by this simple rule
That his only friend was Johnny Cool
Johnny Coo, Johnny Coo
Yes, his only friend was Johnny Coo
Johnny Coo, Johnny Coo
Because he thought life had abused him
He went on a murderous fling
But he didn't know that they used him
Like any old puppet on a string
Johnny Coo
Love never mattered to Johnny Cool
Each doll day him was the same
Till one babe blinked
her eyes at him
Sighed some sighs at him
His icy heart turned to flame
And Johnny was never quite the same
Johnny Cool, Johnny Cool,
Johnny Cool
One day they caught up
with Johnny Coole
Just like they promised they would
They left real fear of death in him
And some breath in him
They beat him till he understood
He paid for his evil ways,
but good
And so ends the story of a fool
Johnny Coo
The fool that was known
As Johnny Coo