They call me wailing Johnny
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
At Cordova and Carrall, was formed in the marrow
Of whiskey and amphetamines

Me name is wailing Johnny
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
A mile from the shore, by these heroes of yours
I’ll be there, hands in the air

Victory Square in all its glory
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
The pubs and the junkers, skids and the punkers
Have always been good to me

But the Citizens deplore me
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
So cruel and fickle
Without a nickel to spare
Hands in the air
Victory Square

My brothers and my sisters
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
The world will defame them and money will claim them
And cast them straight out to sea

Say hello to wailing Johnny
Way-hey, Johnny Boreen
At Cambie and Hastings, I shall be wasting a prayer
Hands in the air
Victory Square