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Spoken: Here's a song that George is going to get
all his crew to help us out with. A song about an
Englishman, a fella by the name of Johnny Bucher....
Now, old Johnny Bucher he lived by himself,
As long as he had, had perfect health;
Then one day he took himself a wife,
To look after him for the rest of his life.
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Spoken: Watch Your language now!
Now, old Misses Bucher she had a bad leg,
So the doctor ordered her to bed;
Then he went to Johnny and he said to him,
"You have to rub your wife's left leg with gin."
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Now, old Johnny Bucher he thought it was a sin,
To rub his wife's left leg with gin;
So he took the bottle and he poured it down his throttle,
And he rubbed his wife's left leg with the bottle.
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Now, old Johnny Bucher went to work one day,
And down by the river he happened to stray;
He fell in and he began to shout,
There was no bugger there for to pull the bugger out.
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Well the Lord made the bees, the bees made honey,
The Lord made man and man made money;
Well, the Lord made the devil and the devil made sin,
So they'll have to dig a hole for to put the bugger in.
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Spoken: Sing it!
Singing, I do believe, I do believe;
Old Johnny Bucher was a gay old bugger,
And a gay old bugger was he.
Recorded live by Ryan's Fancy (An Irish Night At The Black Knight Lounge ©1971, Marathon Records).
