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Lyrics
Verse 1:
An insurance agent named Johnny B. Blank
Ran a run-down debit on the poor West Bank.
In the hardest of times he endeavored to be
The number one man in the company.
Verse 2:
"I'd prefer not to say what's become of my pay,"
He stood up and spoke at a meeting one day,
“But I hereby intend to reverse this trend
To triple my paycheck before the year's end."
Verse 3:
"Good luck, Johnny Blank," someone said with a smirk,
"But the fact is the West Bank is all out of work."
Johnny looked at his colleague, spoke steady and clear,
"I’ll be number one by the end of the year."
Chorus:
Oh Johnny
Positive thinking is all
That you need
To succeed
Verse 4:
From that day on, Johnny Blank was possessed;
Making pitch after pitch with fanatical zest.
But no matter how hard he would push and persuade,
He’d hear the sad song of the oil trade:
Verse 5:
"The rigs are shut down and the boats are asleep;
It's not worth their while because oil's too cheap.
My husband and brother, my nephew and son
Have all been laid off–as for money, there's none."
[Repeat Chorus]
Verse 6:
So Johnny would leave but would not overlook
To write down their names in his prospect book.
And always he did the best he could do,
And always the list of his prospects grew.
Verse 7:
Then at last the economy started to change;
The price had gone up in the oil exchange.
Business was booming as none had foreseen
From Buras to Boutte and in between.
[Repeat Chorus]
Verse 8:
Now Johnny B. Blank was on top of the world
As dozens of pages of prospects unfurled;
He'd written their names when they couldn't
afford,
But now they had money, and how it poured.
Verse 9:
In the last few months of that famous year,
Johnny B. Blank secured his career.
He tripled his pay for a job well done,
And true to his word, he became number one.
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
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