LYRIC
Johnny, Johnny Dollar
Lady, lady, lady
Why do you holler
Ain't nobody seen
Your Johnny Dollar
In this noisy street
I've got to move
(I've got to move)
I've got to find me
A quiet place
There's a man next door
With a radio and he plays it
All through the night
There's a couple in the
Apartment above my head
That don't do nothing
But fuss and fight
Tell me, where do you go
When you got no dough
There must be a way
Out of here
But I've got to find
Some peace of mind
There must be a place
That I can find
Believe me when I tell you
There's a cat that gets
Under my window and
He meows all the time
There's a drunk that wakes me
In the middle of the night
Singing Sweet Adeline
Oh, I've got to move
(I've got to move)
I've got to find me
A quiet place
I got to get away from
This noisy street
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