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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patti Smith
Lead Vocals
Richard Sohl
Piano
Lenny Kaye
Guitar
Ivan Kral
Guitar
Jay Dee Daugherty
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patti Smith
Composer
Christopher Kenner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Cale
Producer
Bernie Kirsh
Engineer
Lyrics
I wasn't doin' anything
I was just, I'm just
I was, I'm not doin' nothin'
What are you doing here?
I was -, but I -
Boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run
Johnny wanted to move, move it, move it
Then boy gripped Johnny, pressed him against the locker
Drove it, drove it home, drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees
Started crashing his head against the locker
Crashing his head against the locker
Laughing hysterically
When suddenly, Johnny gets the feeling
He's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses
Do you know how to pony
Like "Boney Maroney??
Do you know how to twist?
Well, it goes like this, it goes like this
Do the mash potato, come on
Do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister
Like your baby sister, need your baby sister
Give me your baby sister, teach your baby sister
Rise up on her knees
Do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee
Roll down on her back
Got to lose control, got to lose control
Got to lose control and then you take control
You'll roll, you'll roll your back
Do you like it like that, like it like that
Like it like that, like it like that?
Then you do the watusi, do the watusi
Life is filled with holes
Johnny's just laying there in his sperm coffin
Angel comes up to him, "This pretty boy
Can't you show me nothing but surrender?"
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket
Taped to his chest, there's the answer
He got pen knives and jack knives and switchblades preferred
Switchblades preferred, then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain
And I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow
And go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud
And go Johnny go, do the watusi, do the watusi
There's a little place across the tracks
Name of the place is like it like that
And the name of the place is, and the name of the place is
And the name of the place is
Hit me
Writer(s): Patti Smith
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