[junglegirl_1976]

Well, here's the songwords to freshen your memory. Thanks for your help.

Johnny Boy
He's a prince, a champ, a swami, with his own private army
He's fought for the rights of every man, woman and child,
Well he took the cash and did the dash, but no-one knows where he's hid the stash,
Fredrick's made a dime on the inside,

What a man, what a martyr, what a clever little bugger,
But they always take away your pride and joy,
They took Nelson Mandela and that Martin Luther fella,
Now they're trying to take away our Johnny Boy,

You slaved away for years, amidst the jibes, amidst the jeers,
For your brilliance and your crime you'll take a beating,
You're the Ned Kelly of the nineties, Australia's Ronnie Biggs,
We'd all be rich if you'd swap places with Paul Keating,

What a bloke, keen as mustard, what a smart assed little bastard,
His arrest was a fraud, a farce, a ploy,
They shot JFK and Gandhi and found Marilyn in her undies,
Now they're trying to take away our Johnny Boy,

'Stop doing that!'

Men and women of Australia, old Johnny he didn't fail you,
And when the kids ask just say he's gone off for a spell, a bit of a stretch,
You know, they said you'd never make it John, but you finally came through,
And for all the banks that you ripped off, this one's just for you,

You're a battler, you're a thinker, you're a great Australian drinker,
If the NSD is Helen, then you're Troy,
Well you've found a place to stay between Pentridge and Long Bay,
Yeah, you've finally found a home, Johnny Boy
Now they've put your ass in third Johnny Boy!