Buffont birds and burger boys

Are partying again

Greasy finger grope the twin sets

On the old ghost train

And pushing through the punters

Beneath the fairground glare

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Duck-tail in his hair,

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Duck-tail in his hair.



He's pushing his way to the queue front

Knocking hats off fools

He stands up in the chair plane

It's quite against the rules

Who is that animal screaming

At the girls from local schools?

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Flexing his tattoos

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Flexing his tattoos.



He keeps a medicine ball hanging just inside his shed

So he can keep in training hitting it with his head

He'll nut you at the local hop if you as much as glance

At Johnny Tuff and his bit of stuff when they begin to dance



Oh, Johnny he's from way back,

How far no one knows,

The Original Boy-o

Still in the same old clothes.

They say he never grew up,

That's why he's all the rage,

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Permanent teenage

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Permanent teenage



Here's to Elv and Eddie

Brando and Jimmy too,

And crepes n' drapes and leather gear

Ace cafe-food n' brew

But the hero of our story

He will always be the King

It's Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Everybody sing, (or else)

Johnny Tuff, Johnny Tuff,

Johnny Tuff