His name was John
The boy who lived next to your door
The boy whom you’ve shared your toys before
You were his only companion
‘Coz he was shy to show himself to others
You were the only one who knew him
From the rest of the boys and girls, Lala and Tim
And everytime you tell stories about John
They just shook their heads for they've never seen one.
You wonder why he hides from others
Why he doesn't want to be recognized
For he said maybe you'll be apart
And it could break his heart.
In the middle of the cold nights
When everybody soundly slept, you played
In the old fountain, at the park or at the stained swing
While telling you many things.
Of his Mama and Papa, their great big mansion
Their haciendas of a thousand hectares
Of this farmer who took his Mama away
And left his Papa's heart in vain.
But there was something about John you cannot explain
Why does he have a wounded head and a suit full of blood stain
He will just nod his head and wink an eye
Now, I bet you know the reason why