What's he like, Mavis?
He's a real tasty geezer.
He's grown his ear a bit, but it's smooth, not too long.
And he wears a baseball shirt with a number 17 on.
He looks great in his big white basketball boots.
He's stupid over football and he looks me in the eye when he shoots.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny Reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny Reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
He'll always start a fight for me.
He's always on the phone.
At the dance hall in the evening.
He'll always take me out.
In his free time.
He'll change and buckle stockers.
In his two-tone tonic strides.
He's a real tasty geezer.
And I'm his ear inside.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny Reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny Reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny Reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny, reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Johnny Reggae.
Reggae, reggae, reggae.
Here comes Johnny Reggae.
Johnny reggae, reggae, lay it on me.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie
Here comes Johnny Reggie
Johnny Reggie, Reggie
Lay it on me
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie
Here comes Johnny Reggie