Lyrics:

He arrived every morning at the beauty shop

In his pink sports car with his chartruse top

Kinda narrow at the shoulder and wide in the rear

Everybody knew there was somethin' kinda queer about

John

(Big John Big John) Big Sweet John



He wore pink pedalpushers and nylon hose

And purple wedgies with open toes

He drank his milk from a dirty ole glass

Everybody knowed you didn't give no sass to Big John



Somebody said he came from out in LA

Where he got in some trouble and he had to run away

A smashin' blow from his mighty purse

Put a California feller in the back of a hearse big

John did

(Big John Big John) Big Sweet John (Big John)




Then came the day back in forty four

When John said boys I'm off to the war

I'll join the wacks we'll serve Aunt Sam

But John couldn't pass the physical exam



All the girls at the beauty salon

Said there's one good thing about Big Sweet John

Whether it was Pat or Bruce or Mike

He never met a man that he didn't like

(Big John Big John) Big Sweet John



Big John turned hippie out in LA

Where everybody knew he was really gay

He just looked at them with that big ole grin

Said I'll see you next week at the love-in

(Big John Big John) Big Sweet John (Big John)