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I wasn't doin' anything
I wasn't doin' anything
I was just I'm just
I was-I'm not doin' nothin'
Wh-wh-what are you doing here
I was-but I
Boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run
Johnny wanted to move, move it, move it
Well boy gripped Johnny pressed him against the locker
Drove it, and drove it home drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees
Started crashing his head against the locker
Crashing his head against the locker
Laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
Need your baby sister, give me your baby sister, teach your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control
Got to lose control and then you take control
Then you're roll back saying you like it like that
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that
Then you do the watusi
Do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's just laying there, in his sperm coffin
Angel comes up to him "This pretty boy
Can't you show me nothing but surrender?"
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket
Taped to his chest there's the answer
He got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, do the watusi
There's a little place across the tracks
Name of the place is like it like that
And the name of the place is, and the name of the place is, and the name of the place is
Hit me
I wasn't doin' anything
I was just I'm just
I was-I'm not doin' nothin'
Wh-wh-what are you doing here
I was-but I
Boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run
Johnny wanted to move, move it, move it
Well boy gripped Johnny pressed him against the locker
Drove it, and drove it home drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees
Started crashing his head against the locker
Crashing his head against the locker
Laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
Need your baby sister, give me your baby sister, teach your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control
Got to lose control and then you take control
Then you're roll back saying you like it like that
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that
Then you do the watusi
Do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's just laying there, in his sperm coffin
Angel comes up to him "This pretty boy
Can't you show me nothing but surrender?"
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket
Taped to his chest there's the answer
He got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, do the watusi
There's a little place across the tracks
Name of the place is like it like that
And the name of the place is, and the name of the place is, and the name of the place is
Hit me
Credits
Writer(s): Patti Smith
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Live In Oregon 1978
- Live At the Bottom Line
- Live In Washington DC '76
- Live At Electric Lady
- These Are The Words (From "Pope Francis: A Man of His Word")
- Horses (Live)
- Rock Elite: Best Of Patti Smith
- Live At The Bottom Line, NY, 27 Dec 1975 (Remastered)
- Radio Live: Patti Smith
- The Essential Patti Smith
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