Feh. No sense calling in a bard to do a man's job.....
Code:
Hey there, Johnny Live-a-lot
Coulda sworn you just got shot
But now you're standing, why oh why
This time I'll make sure you die
Guns and knives and overdose
Your existance makes me so morose
I already hired an undertaker
He's paid by the hour, so meet your maker!
Little Johnny Live-a-lot
Should be dead, but no you're not
Tried everything I know to do
Ol' Rasputin ain't got nothing on you
They say the good ones always die so young
Then I can't imagine all the bad you've done
Was it healthy eating or clean living?
Bet you're part cat, all the lives you're given
Heard tale you made a pact with the devil
Or something equally less on the level
Odds are there's no way you could've died
Probably not even by suicide
Oh little Johnny Live-a-lot
Should be dead, but no you're not
Tried everthing I know to do
Boy, Vandal Savage ain't got nothing on you
Anytime now, enough is enough
I'll have to move on to even stronger stuff
How long we been at this? Can't remember
Most folks here would be fully dismembered
Days and weeks, months and years
Wish I could say that your time draws near
We can do this til the end of time
If you're immortal, is it really a crime?
Little Johnny Live-a-lot
Should be dead, but no you're not
Tried everthing I know to do
No mere mortal ain't got nothing on you
Johnny, Johnny Live-a-lot
Should've kicked it, but no you've not
Tried everthing I know to do
No, Ol' Dick Clark ain't got nothing on you
No, Ra's Al Ghul ain't got nothing on you
Montgomery Burns? Nothing on you
Connor MacLeod? Nothing on you
En Sabah Nur? Nothing on you
No mere mortal ain't got nothing on you.....
And there you have it.