The Tale of Young Johnny Songtext
von Pig With the Face of a Boy

Young Johnny I knew him a meteor kid
So sure what he wanted to do
Every morning he′d say
"Honey I want to play the piano accordian too"

And he played, how he played
On his grandfather's rusting and rotting machine
His mother walked down and she bought from the town
The finest accordian you ever had seen

Young Johnny he knew in the old house beside him
Lived angry old Mrs. McDuff
To improve his technique he played six days a week
The neighbor felt one was enough

And he played, how he played
And Mrs. McDuff she would pound on the wall
But Johnny was proud, he was playing so loud
Above his own music heard nothing at all


Drove the old lady mad: Johnny′s dream of becoming
A piano accordian star
'Til her vindictive makeup it led her to take up
The six string acoustic guitar

And she played, how she played
Our boy couldn't sleep, on the wall he would pound
But McDuff she kept strumming pretend he was drumming
A bitter guitar yet sweet music she found

By playing the players would plague the poor neighbors
By banging would retaliate
And too late they found out the great wall between them
Did not have the strength of their hate

The houses were gone and from under the rubble
Two bloody musicians did climb
Where once was a wall there was nothing at all
Side by side for the very first time

And they played, how they played
With her two broken strings and his dusty machine
They′d find that they are the greatest guitar and accordian band
That there ever has been