Scroletics - Private Jones

I knew a man, they called him Ivan Jones
He was his lovely parents one and only son
They never let a hair off his head
They've made the greatest ever super living plans
Oh Mr. Jones, what a lovely son
Oh Mrs. Jones, what a lovely man
He went to school he brought home just straight A's
He was the greatest ever sportsman in the town
He never wasted time for love or friends
he joined the Army Uni, to protect your land
Oh Mr. Jones, what a lovely son
Oh Mrs. Jones, what a lovely man
There was this conference for safety of the world
And Pt. Jones received a briefcase out of plan
He had to make decisions on his own
There was a button saying : Press me Superman
Oh dear Jones what you gonna do
Oh I think it's now it's all up to you
Oh where is Pt. Jones
Oh where is Pt. Jones
Oh where is Pt. Jones
Don't fucking ask me where's that wanker Pt. Jones
He never made a thing relying on his own
He's not a human
He's a morbid robot-tool
He serves the corporations, politics and goddamn rules
Go get them Jones
Oh where is Pt. Jones
Oh where is Pt. Jones
Oh where is Pt. Jones
You hit the road Jones and don't you coming back no more
You hit the road Jones and don't you coming back no more
You hit the road Jones and don't you coming back no more
You hit the road Jones and don't you coming back no more

Written by:
Georgi Varbanov

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