Sad old Johnny No-Mates
Drinking at the bar
Lonely Johnny No-Mates
Wonder who you are.
Used to be a someone
Had your hour of fame
Became a one-hit wonder
Then really lost your game.
Poor old Johnny No-Mates
Walking down the lane,
Lonely Johnny No-Mates
On your own again.
Find yourself a lover,
Find yourself a friend,
Find yourself a listener
Try not to offend.
Sad old Johnny No-Mates
Pulls his hat down low
Drunken Johnny No-Mates
Nowhere else to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful! Rolls easy off the tongue and the musicality of it all just rocked me along gently. I wonder, do I know this Johnny perhaps or is it a composite of many Johnnys?