jOHNY'S BACK FROM AFRICA.
BY
STEVE MILLER.

THE HOUR WAS NEAR AS I SAT IN THE SCULLERY,
COLD DAMP WALLS AND THE HOB OF THE FIRE,
FLICKERING A GLOW AS I SAT IN ABATEMENT,
WAITING FOR THE OLD OAK DOOR TO KNOCK.

JOHNIES BACK FROM AFRICA,
JOHNIES BACK FROM AFRICE,
OH WHAT WILL HE BRING ME THAT SWEET FINE MAN.
THE EPITAPH OF RHUNNAA.?
RHUNNAA KHUNNAA BEGWALONA KAMONA..?
OR MAYBE THE SPEAR OF A ANCIENT TRIBE,
OH WHAT WILL JOHNIE BRING ME..?

ON THIS DAY THERE'S NO NEIGHBOURS CURTAINS CLOSED.
THEY KNOW JOHNIES COMING BACK.
WE'VE THE PREPARATIONS AND BAKED A LOVELY CAKE,
WEVE DUSTED DOWN HIS BEDROOM,
AND WASHED THE LOVELY DRAPES,
OH ARN'T WE PROUD OF JOHNIE,
AND THE CAT GIVES A PURR,
THEN THE CAT JUMPS UP,
AS THERES A KNOCK ON THE DURRR.

EXCUSE ME MR TURNER, IM CARRYING A GRIEF.
OH CONSTABLE, DO COME IN AND WARM YOUR CHEEKS,
AND TELL ME WHAT YOU HAVE,
I'M REALLY QUITE A FRAGILE MAN.

ITS ABOUT YOUNG JOHNIE,
IM AFFRAID HES MADE A MESS.
A WEST END TAXI HIT HIM
AND SQUASHED HIS HEAD.
FANCY COMING ALL THE WAY FROM AFRICA,
AND GETTING SQUASHED BY A TAXI.
WELL, HERE HE IS, 
IN THIS BUCKET. 
GOODNIGHT.