Johnny Jones woke up one day from dreaming. Told Bill the bass and soon they had a plan. He passed it on to Pete and Crazy Benny. Ah suddenly they had a band. Hey Johnny's Band. He sure knew how to work up a crowd. The sound that they made put the rest in the shade. And the word soon got around. They played every dance hall in the city. Wrote themselves a cool forty-five. With a bullet it shot to the top of the pops. Oh man it was good to be alive. Hail Johnny's Band. Hear them on the radio. Smash after smash now they're rolling in the cash. Whatever they touch turns to gold. Benny went down with the hard stuff. And Pete joined a cult in LA. Johnny and Bill started going downhill. And the crowds began melting away. But hey it's Johnny's Band. Playing Saturday nights at The Crown. The beards may be long and the money's long gone. It's a wonder that they're still around. But hey it's Johnny's Band. Playing all those wonderful songs. Making the rounds with that old fashioned sound. And here we are singing along