No one can tell me where Johnny has been
But Judy left to save time

…and my sisters and I would say, “Save TIME??? What kind of anxious hussy IS this Judy???”

Caravana Basura - That sequel is odious, and shows that Lesley did not take my advice.

Holly - She did think that. You know how pissed off a woman can get over stuff like this. She didn’t do it, though.

Michael Bains - No kiddos. Just thought the singer need some fatherly advice.

Blue Girl - Those wild teens and their car crashes. I should give them a little advice, too.

And so has Johnny. And Lesley too. *And* that trollop, Judy. All a bunch of mellow harshers.

You know Larry, you got me on a 50s car crash song kick after I read this post.

Lucky for Lesley, all she did was get dumped. She could’ve been a teen angel!

On that note…

I showed up and was immediately struck by the, sorry to say, but stay with me here, inaccuracy of your tag-line.

Much like the would-that-it-was-merely-urban-legend oven baked banana skin, you have yet to “harsh my mellow”. Though, and most unlike that afore-mentioned (and oh-so ill-advised,) musically immortalized vegetable cookie, you have provided more than a morsel or so of bread for my head to digest and delight in.

But, what is the impetus for this posting? I’m not aware of your having any kiddos (tho, pardon me, s’il vous plait, if’n I should be, but have cluelessly missed this info) who might be experiencing this inevitability of life on our blue bauble.

Good luck, irregardless!

;-)

If memory serves, the main refrain goes like this, after we learn that Johnny is back in our heroine’s arms:

But now it’s
Judy’s turn to cry
Judy’s turn to cry
Judy’s turn to cry
Cuz…
Johnny’s come back…
To me

Well, what exactly brought Johnny back, hmmm?