Driving in my pick up truck having some picking up to do.

We call ourselves Johns

because we´re to embarrased to say who we really are.

Some of us are holy when we choose who we want.

It isn´t far fetched from the laws of our self created God.

Getting the itch in my pants 

i drive endlessly through the block

to find my perfect trick, to scratch my itch.

I want them young and sweet so i can show them my meat

But first i must give them some sweets.

Behind is where i want to be because of the captain in me.

Nobody must notice, nobody must know

that i´m perverted and the world is my ground.