SPARKLE GIRLS - DON'T DRAFT MY JOHNNY

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Oh, Johnny’s got a smile that lights my world,
He’s my steady boy, my heart’s own pearl.
We dance at the soda shop, holdin’ hands so tight,
But now they’re talkin’ war, and it don’t feel right.
They’re sendin’ him away to some far-off shore,
To fight in a fight that ain’t ours no more.
Old men in suits, they don’t know his name,
But they’re playin’ their games, and it’s such a shame.
(Chorus)
Don’t draft my Johnny for your made-up war,
He’s my lovin’ boy, what you takin’ him for?
Globalists and cowards, you don’t even care,
That Johnny won’t be here to hold me near.
Oh, please, Mr. War Man, let my Johnny stay,
Don’t steal his sweet lovin’ and send him away!
(Verse 2)
He’s got dreams so big, gonna make ‘em come true,
Build a life with me, just us two.
But you’re handin’ him a gun, sendin’ him to fight,
To kill other Johnnys in the dead of night.
Why’s it always boys who pay the price?
While you hide in your towers, rollin’ loaded dice.
You don’t know the tears that I cry each day,
Thinkin’ Johnny might never come back my way.
(Chorus)
Don’t draft my Johnny for your made-up war,
He’s my lovin’ boy, what you takin’ him for?
Globalists and cowards, you don’t even care,
That Johnny won’t be here to hold me near.
Oh, please, Mr. War Man, let my Johnny stay,
Don’t steal his sweet lovin’ and send him away!
(Bridge)
Every night I pray, down on my knees,
“Bring my Johnny home, oh, Lord, hear me, please!”
He’s no soldier, just a boy with a heart,
And your cruel war’s tearin’ us apart.
(Chorus)
Don’t draft my Johnny for your made-up war,
He’s my lovin’ boy, what you takin’ him for?
Globalists and cowards, you don’t even care,
That Johnny won’t be here to hold me near.
Oh, please, Mr. War Man, let my Johnny stay,
Don’t steal his sweet lovin’ and send him away!
(Outro)
Oh, Johnny, my Johnny, I’ll wait for you, dear,
But I’m beggin’ those men, don’t send you from here.
Don’t draft my Johnny, oh, let him be free,
To give all his sweet, sweet lovin’ to me.
(Fade out with soft harmonies)
Don’t draft my Johnny… oh, please, let him stay…