Was he a disciple or just a friend of Jesus So many to choose from it carries on through the ages Whether you hail from the sunny realms of Brazil as Juan Or lead your life on the bus tops of Paris, showboating to the tourists as Jean you are always just John
Did you see that goal on Sunday in Barnsley from Pedro crossed in on a sixpence by that guy on loan from Bristol Parading as the next man to steal the footballing thrown from Beckham Just a council house kid from the block down in Peckham again, just John
Kissing the Blarney stone an excuse for his gob the banter the laughter hiding the rile in his job that day in Ireland that Sean always dreams of going back would be heaven, to find the girl he should have once loved again, just John
The shores of Naples looking out over the sea Ischia, Procida, Capri, the place he’d rather be behind lays dormant, Vesuvius once angry Pompeii, Herculaneum destroyed in its fury now time to spread his net and look for new shores only Gino knows it’s time to open new doors again, just John
No matter where you are from there is somebody like you just struggling along troubles brew in every corner of this planet don’t think it’s just you who really cannot stand it again, just John
Difficulty is rife no matter where you seem to look your boss is a grievance and you wish them long gone but it’s not just you, it’s you and every other John so I’ll say it again without a look in the mirror I know your stress my friend because I am that man yes that is me I am just John