To the tune of “867-5309 (Jenny)” by Tommy Tutone
John Doe, John Doe, they pretend that’s you.
You do a duty no one much wants to.
On trumped-up charges behind prison bars,
All for confronting Manchester hussars.
John Doe, I have your number.
I’ll send some gifts you’ll like.
John Doe, more than a number.
46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike!
John Doe, John Doe, hero for freedom!
One of too few, and Oh! how we need ’em!
Your mind can’t be confined in a cage like some bird,
Or pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or num-bered…
John Doe, I have your number.
I’ll send some gifts you’ll like.
John Doe, more than a number.
46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike!
I’ll write you I’ll write you
At Mail (hyphen) To (hyphen) Jail.
I’ll write you I’ll write you
The least I can do is send you mail.
John Doe, I have your number.
I’ll send some gifts you’ll like.
John Doe, more than a number.
46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike! 46733—Big Mike!
John Doe, John Doe, this we guarantee you: (46733—Big Mike!)
Those on the outside will be working to free you.
Copyright © 2010 by Sam A. Robrin or whoever the hell it is who writes these things. Go ahead and use it (Hey, I lifted the melody!), but if you make a little money on it, I want some!