| As I laid my head to rest, my grandmother she said |
| I have for you a fairy tale of a friend I knew so well |
| The story that I tell you, is as close as you can feel |
| So close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll make your dreams come real |
| There was a boy just like you, a handsome lad he was |
| He never played with the other children, he was the only son |
| His father and his mother, spoiled him with toys |
| His grandmother, she was a witch, a scare to little boys |
| They called her Mrs. Victoria |
| The little girls and boys their stories told ya |
| On Halloween the children didn’t dare |
| They knew behind the door there was a scare |
| He went to school just like you, he never missed a class |
| But all the other children, they made fun of him and laughed |
| His teacher she felt sorry for him, put him above the rest |
| But all his mates they beat and bruised him, called him the teacher’s pet |
| They called her Mrs. Victoria |
| They didn’t like her grandson so they showed her |
| They beat him up before an after school |
| To all the kids he was the fool of fools |
| (guitar solo) |
| His name was Johnny just like yours, a lonely boy he’d been |
| He knew his grandma was the reason why he had no friends |
| All the children hated her, they hated this young boy |
| He thought that he would kill her, he was ready to destroy |
| Her name was Mrs. Victoria |
| He stabbed her in the back, the blood poured from her |
| Now Johnny lives alone, he has no problems or no pain |
| Inside an asylum, for the insane |