Oh, Oh, Oh, My Name Is Johnny O

Deep down within my soul, resides my art.
Way back in my childhood I began to start.
There where my emotions of love for us all.
Came to the surface as I responded to the call.
I can write against any rhythm and rhyme.
And my true love is my true actual crime.

Oh, Oh, Oh…
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
Because I am that good.

I can write like hell about much that I know.
I can tell you now, that hate must go.
The Devil’s in the details and the fix might be in.
But Heaven is within reach, by uniting we’d win.
Common rules of law would unite us all.
The Devil’s would be set to rights once and for all.

Oh, Oh, Oh…
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
Because I am that good.

As my father lay dying, due to his heart.
He said never give up upon your precious art.
I took my time for his words to sink in.
I ran away from all I could do for many a year.
Simply hiding from my pain and my utter fear.
Through love and light, there would then be hope in life.

Oh, Oh, Oh…
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
My name is Johnny O.
Oh, Johnny O is a name you ought to know.
Because I am that good.