Mr. Johnson Take A Bow Songtext / Lyric

Mr. Johnson take a bow

Most humble and sedate

Tired and weary lost were we

The things that make you great

Cold and beaten and beyond

And shot right through with hate

Smiled and lit our broken souls

These things that make you great

And old were we And born unfree

And ripped at all the seams

And fraught with all

That we had learnt

The knight of all our dreams

Oooh Mr. Johnson one last bow

And then leave us to fate

Saved our bones and sucked our toes

The things that make you great

The things that make you great

These things that make you great