John was only young when he Learned about the birds and bees Or so he thought His parents told him long ago ‘Bout everything that he should know And should be taught And later when he went to school He found another set of rules Which he forgot It wasn't what he'd like to hear And went straight out the other ear He had his shot He was a one can danger man, a liability Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility Found out too late To try to mend his foolish ways But he had fun at the end of the day By the age of seventeen His record was so far from clean It turned to rot His soul was just a barren land An empty space where once was planned A beauty spot He was a one can danger man, a liability Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility Found out too late To try to mend his foolish ways But he had fun at the end of the day He was a one can danger man, a liability Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility Found out too late To try to mend his foolish ways He was a one can danger man, a liability Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility Found out too late To try to mend his foolish ways But he had fun at the end of the day