The Ballad of Little Johnny

John was not a little lamb, little lamb,
Johnny was a Satan spawn,
he went to church, but gave no damn,
and by the way, he was gay.
Johnny found a pretty girl, pretty girl,
brought her home like a good sweet son,
bought her a ring with a shiny pearl,
that he’s a fag, he’d not say.
Built a house and bought a car,
still the wife nagged on, oh John come on,
he thought he’d run, didn’t get far,
he knew he couldn’t stay.
Hung himself on his fancy tie,
his whole damn life, it was a lie.