John Jones you son of a gun you're the son of a gun
John Jones you son of a gun 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 you're the son of a gun
John Jones you son of a gun you're the son of a gun
You call yourself a big big man
Still you try to kill my hand
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