Beneath the floppy weight
Of your plaster cast
The bunk bed in whimpering
"Repent world!"
But you are so limber
You stretch your other leg
All the way around
To put your toes in your mouth
John, John, John, John, John
How is it that you're so funny?
John, John, John, John
Your parents are dead
John, I know you need to make me laugh before you die
You are a good boy, you are a good boy
You are a good boy, you are a good boy
Not flopping from comet light to sunlight
Flopping only from one side of the bed to the other
AIDS has destroyed your bone
John, John, John, John, John
You need attention
John, John, John, John
You will never walk again
John, I know you need to ride the razor scooter
John, I am crazy
You are a good boy, you are a good boy
You are a good boy, you are a good boy
You are a good boy, you are a good boy
You are a good boy, you are a good boy