Mr. Johnson Songtext
von Jon Brændsgaard Toft

Mr. Johnson′s out today
Playing with another stray
This time it's the black and grey
They′re grooving on the neighbour's fence
I'm looking at them through my lens
The garden birds are getting tense
Mr. Johnson′s coming in
Satisfied and with such a grin
Catching prey is not a sin

Sleeping most of the day
Then out at night
Where all cats are grey
And out of sight
Eyeing his prey
He′ll be alright

Mr. Johnson likes it here
He's purring so it′s pretty clear
He likes to be within our sphere


Sleeping most of the day
Then out at night
Where all cats are grey
And out of sight
Eyeing his prey
He'll be alright
Bringing mice to our door
There is no need
To go to the store
He is a hunter
Down to the core
He′ll be alright

Mr. Johnson's out of food
But he′s king of the neighbourhood
People like to do him good

Sleeping most of the day
Then out at night
Where all cats are grey
And out of sight
Eyeing his prey
He'll be alright
Bringing mice to our door
There is no need
To go to the store
He is a hunter
Down to the core
He'll be alright

Mr. Johnson′s out today
Playing with another stray
Yet again it′s the black and grey