Seems that things turn out a little rough on good ole Lenny Johnson
He didn't qualify to put his feet upon the moon
This is my one small step, this my walk on the moon
He never won a medal and he never run no fancy mansion
But he does have quite the farmhouse.
He's been a mess and always outside looking in
"The world is bigger than a cake" said good ole Lenny Johnson
It's certainly better than the mystery-flavor cake at the luncheon. (lemon was our best guess)
He never jumped up on a bus and went away
The girls all seem to look right through the poor ole Lenny Johnson
Which is why I gave him a wink on Monday.
He wasn't handsome and his mind just went astray
I don't know. I'd call him a stud.
There is no promotion waiting for a man like Lenny Johnson
No invitation waiting in his mailbox anytime
Maybe I'll send him a card.
His life is just a kill of time without a real sensation
His oldest sister, Alma, died of polio; his youngest brother, Norm, died with Parkinson's.
One of those lonely people, silently in line
There's nothing waiting for Johnson's Lenny
He's just a boy like so many others
Sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers
All gone, too.
After all maybe Lenny went around the world
On a bus or a plane
Never said good bye
At least, not yet.
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