when Johnny fell off the wagon
it wasn't a pretty sight
he boozed and smoked marijuana
for many and many a night
he fell down and bashed his head
and landed in a ditch
when he woke upon the morning
he was lying beside a witch
so he ran as best as he could
but he smacked right into a cop
who did not like his excuses
the jail was the very next stop
when finally he was set loose
he did it again and again
everyone thought that Johnny
would die from swilling that gin
but Johnny was only a frog
till a princess would give him a kiss
and that frog turned into a prince
when he saw everything he might miss
yes Johnny gave up the whiskey
and he'd finally found him a keeper
he didn't need booze or weed
for love was both higher and deeper
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