Lyrics:

John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun

You take my woman, you make me run
You make my friends all laugh at me
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun

You call yourself a big, big man
Still you try to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun
And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you're the son of a gun

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you son of a gun

(The son of a gun)
(Have a good time, anyway)
(You didn't do it a lot, but talking)