(to the tune of Johnny Angel)
Johnny Ringo,
You're no daisy to me...
Johnny Ringo,
How I hate him,
How I tingle when he passes by.
Every time he says "Hello", I'm ready for bullets to fly.
Johnny Ringo,
How I want him,
There's just something that I can't resist,
Until either he or I shall simply cease to exist.
I feel certain I can blow him away.
I dream of him and me and how it's gonna be.
Other fellows call me out for the Dance.
But they're not worth a glance; I'd rather have my chance
At Johnny Ringo,
Cause I hate him,
And I pray that someday he'll shoot me,
And together we shall see how lovely dying will be...
THE END