"What's he like, Mavis?

He's a real tasty geezer!

He's grown his hair a bit but it's smooth, not too long
An' he wears a baseball shirt with a number 17 on
He looks great in his big white basketball boots
He's stupid over football an' he looks me in the eyes when he shoots

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

He'll always start a fight for me, he's always on the phone
At the dance hall in the evening he'll always take me home
In his fringe and buckle stompers and his two-tone tonic strides
He's a real tasty geezer an' I'm his here inside

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Johnny Reggae!

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay it on me

Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae"

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