Service - June and Johnny Lyrics

Oh shit
Surf's up
Well something's up
I came here for closure
But I'm leaving in stiches
Surf's up, bitches
Everyone in the water
I'm nobody's wife
I'm somebody's daughter
Well I got a daddy
But he ain't my father

Surf's up
Lord knows I ain't done yet

Suddenly I'm no longer funny
Fight and make up like June and Johnny

We'll find a place
We'll settle down there
And turn it into a brown paper bag
So I can hyperventilate
And I'll pick at the hair at the top of my head
I pick, I pick
So I don't feel dead
So I don't feel dead 'cause I kinda feel dead right now

I pick, I pick
Lord knows I ain't done yet

Suddenly I'm no longer funny
Fight and make up like June and Johnny
Suddenly I'm all out of tunes
We'll fight and make up
You be Johnny, I'll be June
No I wanna be Johnny
You be June

I'm a good wife
I'm a self-respecting, church-goin'
Apple pie baking
Lord knows, I'm a good wife
I'm a good, good wife

Lord knows, ain't done yet