Hey there Jack, Pat, Jameson, whatever your name is
I'll shoot ya down shot-by-shot, I'll take that hit
All these boys,
I'll shoot ya down like a burning fire
'Cause I need me a Johnny Walker Blue type of man

Something worth swirling slowly
Worth pressing to my lips
Taking slow sips
With the music loud
Dancing around

I don't need me a Jack, Pat, Jameson type of boy anymore
I'll just shoot ya down, shot-by-shot, shoot ya down
I'm here for my Johnny Walker Blue man!

I might get fancy, and even dancy
Off your cheap shot
I'll feel the fire burning
My head swirling
Still, though, something is missing
I'm really just here searching...
For my Johnny Walker Blue man!