| You’ve been down to the orphanage. |
| Were ya down there messing with the girls?
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| I can tell ya been there John, for I see you’re back with your hair in curls
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| Did the nuns they chase ya John? |
| Or were you able to steal a kiss?
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| Or did Sister Kearney rough ya up? |
| Don’t come to my table looking like this
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| Where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| Where have ya been my Johnny-O?
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| You’ve been down there with the girls. |
| Did ya wash the germs right off of your
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| nose?
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| You’ve been down to the publican. |
| For I see you look a might distressed
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| Your clothes are tattered, your shoes are worn
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| And you’ve spewed up on your Sunday best
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| Don’t you want to be a good boy, smart in school, and be profound?
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| Get your ass up off of my chair, and you let Mr. McGuire sit down
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| Where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| Where have ya been my Johnny-O?
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| You’ve been down there with the girls. |
| Did ya wash the germs right off of your
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| nose?
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| And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| And where have ya been my Johnny-O?
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| Now Mr. McGuire is takin' you, for I won’t raise a heathen child
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| We’re putting you into a home, you can’t live here, you’re far too wild
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| Don’t you think you’ll like it there? |
| You act like a criminal, it’s what you get
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| You’re in need of good reform. |
| They’ll pound you ‘til you thank ‘em for it
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| Where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| Where have ya been my Johnny-O?
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| You’ve been down there with the girls. |
| Did ya wash the germs right off of your
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| nose?
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| And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| And where have ya been my Johnny-O?
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| And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? |
| And where have ya been my Johnny-O? |