- cifra
Little Johnny's sad and fucked
First he jumped and then he looked
The tracks of time, these tracks of mine
Little Johnny's occupied
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
Well little Johnny had an ache
That hung around the poor boy's neck
Every time that Johnny ate
The little fucker fed the ache
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
So little J's a fucked-up boy
Dulled the pain that killed the joy
So little J's a fucking mess
That when he's offered just says yes
Little J is sad and fucked
First he jumped and then he looked
The tracks of time, these tracks of mine
Little J is occupied
Come on, come together
Come on, come together
Come together, come together
