He'll make your heart beat,
faster than anything.
He'll make your legs numb
because that's just his thing.
He'll make your head light,
lighter than helium.
He'll take your breath away
because of what he's done.
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
He makes the blood,
rush to my head
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
He makes my cheek
go post box red.
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
Ohhhh
It's Johnny Webb
He'll make you feel hot,
hotter than Spanish sun.
He'll make you laugh lots
because he's so much fun.
He'll make you happy,
happier than happy pills.
He'll make you dizzy
because of his guitar skills.
Johnny
Why do we love you?
Johnny
You know we follow you
Johnny
Johnny
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
He makes the blood,
rush to my head
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
He makes my cheek
go post box red.
It's Johnny Webb
It's Johnny Webb
Ohhhh
It's Johnny Webb
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