(La, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la la) I shot Johnnyscott He’s dead! All girls can live With a little bit less dread I shot Johnnyscott In the head I was just a teenage girl That you kept Bringing in your bed And I know it’s brutal And I know it seems so mean But what’s so cruel Is the way that you wait till’ we turn nineteen I shot Johnnyscott He’s dead! So many years I played it in my head I tracked him down I connected the threads And he fought And he whined And he cried And he begged And he pled And I know it’s brutal And I know it’s seems so mean But what’s so cruel Is you find girls who won’t Ever know your scheme I shot Johnnyscott, he’s dead! And I shot Johnnyscott in the head (I) (Shot) (Johnny) (Scott)