- Bob Dylan: He was just 91 on the day he passed on. It was the way he hoped it would be./ He was shot by a beauty queen's husband/ In a fit of jealousy./ As he lay on the floor,/ A priest was called for,/ And with his last breath Johnny confessed,/ "I spent all of my money on women and drink,/ And like a fool, I squandered the rest."
- Bob Dylan: Johnny's mother-in-law/ Came to live next door./ She had a tongue that stung like a bee./ She said, "I'll dance on your grave."/ Johnny said, "Now that's brave,/ 'Cause I'm gonna be buried at sea."
- Bob Dylan: The couple looked down at their newborn child/ In their shack that was falling to bits./ The mother said, "Let's call it Johnny."/ The father said, "Let's call it quits."
- Bob Dylan: At eighteen, Irene with the hourglass figure/ Got him is a heck of a fix./ Her pa came 'round/ And Johnny was found/ With his hands on a quarter to six./