Johnny Tuff

Buffont birds and burger boys are partying again

Greasy fingers grope the twin sets on the old ghost train

And pushing through the punters beneath the fairground glare

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, duck-tail in his hair

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, duck-tail in his hair.

He's pushing his way through queue fronts, knocking hats off fools

He stands up in the chairy plane, it's quite against the rules

Who is that animal screaming at the girls from local schools?

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, flexing his tattoos

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, flexing his tattoos.

He keeps a medicine ball hanging just inside his shed

So he can keep in training, hitting it with his head

He'll nut you at the local hop if you as much as glance

At Johnny Tuff and his bit of stuff when they begin to dance

Da da da dance, da da da dance, da da da da ...

Oh, Johnny he's from way back, how far? No one knows

The Original Boy-o still in the same old clothes

They say he never grew up, that's why he's all the rage

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, permanent teenage

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, permanent teenage.

Here's to Elv and Eddie, Brando and Jimmy too

And crepes 'n' drapes and leather gear, and ace cafe-food 'n' brew

But the hero of our story, he will always be the King

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, everybody sing or else

Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff.

Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff.