Текст песни Оптимальный вариант - Джонни-бегун

Thanks Chuck Berry
In memory of Vasya Klyukin
Dedication to Yuri Isaev

He lived opposite the sky in a house around the corner
And if he was going somewhere, then only running.
Corduroy jungle, silver strings ringing
I knew him as Johnny, just Johnny the runner.
And the local punks rowed into our yard in the evening,
When he took his guitar and drenched La Mafor.

Come on!
Come on, come on,
Johnny come on
Gimme Johnny gimme gimme gimme
Give it, Johnny, give it to them
Give it up!
You give them, give them, give
Well Johnny the Runner!

It's fun to breathe seriously
And Johnny managed to do it through and through -
He was a risky guy with young nails
And in case of annoyance he did not bite his elbows,
And all the girls were thrilled and whispered after -
There was one secret in any of his movements:

"Come on!"
Come on, come on,
Johnny come on
Gimme Johnny gimme gimme gimme
Move, move, move
Come on!
You give them, give them, give
Well Johnny the Runner!

Now he's making plans for his family
And he is in no hurry to live opposite the earth,
And the local punks are still buzzing about him,
When he drives into our yard in his car.
He knows - if you breathe, then breathe over the edge ...
So Johnny Runner, come on!