The Tale of Young Johnny by Pig With The Face Of A Boy Lyrics

Young Johnny, I knew him
A meteor kid
So sure what he wanted to do
Every morning he'd say
"Mummy, I want to play
The piano, accordion, too"

And he played
And he played
On his grandfather's rusting and rotting machine
His mother walked down
And bought from the town
The finest accordion you ever have seen

Young Johnny, he knew
In the old house beside him
Lived angry old Mrs McDuff
To improve his technique
He played six days a week
The neighbour thought one was enough
And he played
And he played
And Mrs McDuff, she would pound on the wall
But Johnny was proud
He was playing so loud
Above his own music heard nothing at all

Drove the old lady mad
Johnny's dream of becoming
A piano-accordion star
'Til her vindictive makeup
It led her to take up
The six-string acoustic guitar

And she played
And she played
Our boy couldn't sleep; on the wall he would pound
McDuff kept on strumming
Pretend he was drumming
A bitter guitar but sweet music she found

By playing, the players
They plagued the poor neighbours
By banging would retaliate
And too late late they found
That the great wall between them
Did not have the strength of their hate
The houses were gone
And from under the rubble
Two bloody musicians did climb
Where once was a wall
There was nothing at all
Side by side for the very first time

And they played
How they played
With her two broken strings and his dusty machine
They find that they are
The greatest guitar
And accordion band that there ever has been