(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la la)
I shot
Johnnyscott
He’s dead!
All girls can live
With a little bit less dread
I shot Johnnyscott
In the head
I was just a teenage girl
That you kept
Bringing in your bed
And I know it’s brutal
And I know it seems so mean
But what’s so cruel
Is the way that you wait till’ we turn nineteen
I shot Johnnyscott
He’s dead!
So many years
I played it in my head
I tracked him down
I connected the threads
And he fought
And he whined
And he cried
And he begged
And he pled
And I know it’s brutal
And I know it’s seems so mean
But what’s so cruel
Is you find girls who won’t
Ever know your scheme
I shot Johnnyscott, he’s dead!
And I shot Johnnyscott in the head
(I)
(Shot)
(Johnny)
(Scott)
