text: Ooh, Johnny Jones woke up one day from dreaming
  Told Bill the bass and soon they had a plan
  He passed it on to Pete and Crazy Benny
  Ah, suddenly they had a band
  Hey Johnnys Band
  He sure knew how to work up a crowd
  The sound that they made put the rest in the shade
  And the word soon got around
  They played every dance hall in the city
  Wrote themselves a cool forty-five
  With a bullet it shot to the top of the pops
  Oh man it was good to be alive
  Hail Johnnys Band
  Hear them on the radio
  Smash after smash now theyre rolling in the cash
  Whatever they touch turns to gold
  Poor old Benny went down with the hard stuff
  And Pete joined a cult in LA
  Johnny and Bill started going downhill
  And the crowds began melting away
  Yeah, but hey, its Johnnys Band
  Playing Saturday nights at The Crown
  The beards may be long and the moneys long gone
  Its a wonder that theyre still around
  But hey, its Johnnys Band
  Playing all those wonderful songs
  Making the rounds with that old fashioned sound
  And here we are singing along