John the Revelator
Put him in an elevator
Take him up to the highest high

John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven [bad word] Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

By and by
By and by
John the Revelator
By and by
John the Revelator
By and by
John the Revelator