When Johnny comes, starch in bone again,
Her “Ahhhh!” Her “Ahhhh!”
He’ll have known her, then he’ll drone, “Amen!”
Church “rah!” Church “rah!”
This man will cheer with joy; will shout
The lady whom he’s in and out.
She was on the payroll; now Johnny’s largesse known.

A churchman, this appealing boy,
Hallelujah!
To save you from hell was his joy,
Hallelujah!
His visage now has this to say:
He got caught in infernal play.
Now there’s hell to pay, cause Johnny comes, starch in bone.

Get ready for the inquiry,
Harrumph, harrumph!
Into Ensign’s iniquity,
Her rump, sir—hump?
His whore’s hubby has leaked it now:
A letter; John’s got sweaty brow. . .
He’d tossed her a payoff: a $25-large bone.

He’d loved in adulterous ways,
Her-hump, her-hump,
Thought what happens in Vegas stays,
Sir chump, her chump.
Now wishes he’d not borne his part
Into her boneyard. . .not too smart.
He should go away, old Johnny the artless drone.