Story Behind The Song
Started out as Damned Dead Done. I have no idea how it morphed...
Song Description
Wrote for a Viagra commercial. They thought it was a little dark.
| Song Length |
2:44 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
Lyrics
My Little Johnson
She loves you (Just like sliced bread)
She hates you (You're better off dead)
She scorns you (Does it get any bigger?)
She bores you (Turning to liquor)
Your Little Johnson's just blown a varicose vein
She scares you (Afraid of your shadow)
She dares you (Back in the saddle)
She tries you (Kicks you when you're down)
She rides you (Best if you left town)
Your Little Johnson's in need of medical care
You need Viagra
'Cause there's no rise in your pole (It's Viagra time)
They call it E.D. Eddie
Your Little Johnson won't stand up any more
She shows you (Worth a thousand words)
She blows you (Shaken but not stirred)
She maims you (Asking, "Is it in yet?")
She drains you (This is all you get)
Your Little Johnson's just reached Code Blue
You need Viagra
'Cause there's no north in your pole
They call it E.D. Eddie
Your Little Johnson won't stand up any more
Your Little Johnson won't stand up any more
Your Little Johnson won't stand up any more...
(c)2016 by Kevin Winn Maness