John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

You take my woman, you make [bad word] You make my friends all laugh at me

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)

You call yourself a big big man
Still you try to kill my hand

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand