John Reno: Music
Ono
(John Reno & The Half-Fast Creekers)
John Reno Veillon
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
Sashays right into the bar
To the rhythm of my guitar
Batting her eyes at all the boys
This coquette loves to play coy
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
And by virtue of a ring, she has everything
This trophy wants the world to know
That she's "arrived", so here we go; Oh, no
Manolo Blahnik stride
But there's nothing deep inside
She carries herself well
Oh, so well
And she's made the mile high club
And therein lies the rub
Of the girl who won't come down
Her world abounds
Ono, oh
Oh, no, Ono, no
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
Oh, no; here comes the girl from Ono
Ono, listen here
Let me make this crytal clear
Everyone can see right through
Heaven forbid, it's all about you, Ono
Manolo Blahnik stride
But there's nothing deep inside
She carries herself well
Oh, so well
But that thin veneer belies
What's mirrored in those eyes
She's desperate for love
Baby needs love
Ono, oh
Oh, no, Ono, no
Oh, no
There goes the girl from Ono