Where’s John

Words and Music  by Dave land

There’s a serious party in the hotel lobby, me and Ed are playing guitar

Besides a few familiar faces, everybody’s wondering who we are

But there was plenty of silver tequila, beers and spiced rum on ice

Before long everybody was singing along, the chorus to American Pie

And then all kinda girls started dancing, it was happening just like that

It was a big time Saturday evening the John came outta the back

Oh yes he did

 

He told us to stop the music, we did just as he said

With most of those people still hanging around

They didn’t want the party to end

‘Cause everybody was having a good time

The fireplace was cozy and warm

Until Ken said that the bartender told him we couldn’t drink anymore

Because John flew off of the handle, he started yelling at us real load

He said he’s gonna call the police, he’s gonna have us all thrown out

Oh yes he was

 

Party folk from all around with the ponies getting down

There’s an overload of courage today

Charlie’s sitting there with his fingers in the air

Pretending to type a resume

The police are on the scene mad as they can be

They simply can’t find anything wrong

And behind the little door he’s hiding on the floor

While everybody’s yelling…..where’s John?

Where’s John?

 

Ken said you’d better cal 9-1-1, ’cause we are such an unruly mob

Charlie told John if he’s was him he’d be looking for another job

The police finally got there, we went and told them the score

They wanted to talk to John but he

Was in the office and he bolted the door

Now the police seemed rather unhappy

It seems he does this sorta thing all the time

They said if somebody left that man in charge

Somebody must be outta their mind

That’s just what they said

 

Party folk from all around with the ponies getting down

There’s an overload of courage today

Charlie’s sitting there with his fingers in the air

Pretending to type a resume

The police are on the scene mad as they can be

They simply can’t find anything wrong

And behind the little door he’s hiding on the floor

While everybody’s yelling…..where’s John?

Where’s John? Where has that boy gone? Where’s John?

 

The police left the building, the evening had been one of a kind

We kept carrying on and watching the door

The little man was hiding behind

Now the bartender wandered over, she said she wanted us to know

That John had been having a bad, bad day

That started eight or maybe nine years ago

And every now and then he’d poke his head out

Then he’d shut that door up tight

I know it would’ve sent him off of the deep end

If he knew how much he’d made our night oh go John go

 

Party folk from all around with the ponies getting down

There’s an overload of courage today

Charlie’s sitting there with his fingers in the air

Pretending to type a resume

The police are on the scene mad as they can be

They simply can’t find anything wrong

And behind the little door he’s hiding on the floor

While everybody’s yelling…..where’s John?

Where’s John? Where has that boy gone?

Can Johnny come out and play?

Hey Johnny, are we still friends? I love you…..

Where’s John? Where’s John?