We're four years in, there is no game, hurroo, hurroo
We're four years in, there is no game, hurroo, hurroo
We're four years in, there is no game
You're really not the one to blame
But Roberts' calling out your name,
Johnny we hardly knew ye.
Chorus:
With your slides and guides and slides and guides, hurroo, hurroo
With your slides and guides and slides and guides, hurroo, hurroo
With your slides and guides and slides and guides
The audience, they want your hide
The comments are getting pretty snide
Johnny we hardly knew ye.
The fans want Squadron Forty-Two, hurroo, hurroo
The fans want Squadron Forty-Two, hurroo, hurroo
The fans want Squadron Forty-Two
But it's a steaming pile of poo
There's nothing you can really do
Oh Johnny, we hardly knew ye.
You tell them all about your site, hurroo, hurroo
You tell them all about your site, hurroo, hurroo
You tell them all about your site
You've crafted every kilobyte
But the crowd think this is boring sh*te
Oh Johnny, we hardly knew ye.
You wish that you were miles away, hurroo, hurroo
You wish that you were miles away, hurroo, hurroo
You wish that you were miles away
Your life has fallen in disarray
This isn't worth the beans they pay
Oh Johnny we hardly knew ye.
"I'll not do this again" you vow, hurroo, hurroo
"I'll not do this again" you vow, hurroo, hurroo
"I'll not do this again" you vow
It doesn't matter anyhow
You'll soon be moving to Brno,
Oh Johnny we hardly knew ye.
You reach the end and finish the pain, hurroo, hurroo
You reach the end and finish the pain, hurroo, huroo
You reach the end and finish the pain
Your ears pick up a welcome refrain:
"Johnny's not going on stage again"
Oh Johnny, we hardly knew ye.