John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun You take my woman, you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun You call yourself a big, big man Yes, still you try to kill my hen John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun And I don't like a man who tries to belittle me And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hen John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun And I don't like a man, who tries to belittle me And I don't like a man, who tries to kill my hen John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun