Mr Johnson didn't sleep too well
Last night he dreamt about the
Early days again
Looking in his mirror, feeling sad
Because he looked much better then
He played his guitar
What a star
He broke every heart, his clothes were so smart
Mr Johnson cries, when he recalls
The days when he was everybody's face
Mr Johnson takes a walk
He passes by the record store and sighs
He considers entering
But hesitates, it's silly, 'cause
It's just becuase he won't be recognized
He played his guitar
What a star
He broke every heart, his clothes were so smart
Mr Johnson cries, when he recalls
The days when he was everybody's face
Mr Johnson, humpty-dumpty, sat upon the wall
And had a great fall
And all the record companies and
Fat production managers
Could not get mr Johnson back together again
He played his guitar
What a star
He broke every heart, his clothes were so smart
Mr Johnson cries, when he recalls
The days when he was everybody's face

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