Lyrics:

The Slickers

*Walkin down the road with a pistol in your hand
Johnny too bad. Whoa.*
Repeat*

Chorus: (Twice)
You're gonna run to the rock for rescue
There will be no rock
*One of these days when you hear that voice say come
Who you gonna run to Whoa.*
Repeat*

Chorus: (Twice)
You're gonna run to the rock for rescue
There will be no rock
Walkin' up from Birmingham with a pistol in your waist
Johnny too bad Whoa
Struttin' around in Basing Street with a pistol in your hand
Johnny too bad Whoa