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Young Johnny, I knew him

A meteor kid

So sure what he wanted to do

Every morning he’d say

«Mummy, I want to play

The piano, accordion, too»

And he played

And he played

On his grandfather’s rusting and rotting machine

His mother walked down

And bought from the town

The finest accordion you ever have seen

Young Johnny, he knew

In the old house beside him

Lived angry old Mrs McDuff

To improve his technique

He played six days a week

The neighbour thought one was enough

And he played

And he played

And Mrs McDuff, she would pound on the wall

But Johnny was proud

He was playing so loud

Above his own music heard nothing at all

Drove the old lady mad

Johnny’s dream of becoming

A piano-accordion star

'Til her vindictive makeup

It led her to take up

The six-string acoustic guitar

And she played

And she played

Our boy couldn’t sleep; on the wall he would pound

McDuff kept on strumming

Pretend he was drumming

A bitter guitar but sweet music she found

By playing, the players

They plagued the poor neighbours

By banging would retaliate

And too late late they found

That the great wall between them

Did not have the strength of their hate

The houses were gone

And from under the rubble

Two bloody musicians did climb

Where once was a wall

There was nothing at all

Side by side for the very first time

And they played

How they played

With her two broken strings and his dusty machine

They find that they are

The greatest guitar

And accordion band that there ever has been

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