Johnny Bovi wrote some great lyrics, these are not some of them. The sad tale of Johnny B’s Nan who had an abusive relationship with Johnny’s sister, Gina Jon Bovi.

Gina and her boyfriend, Tommy, worked at his Nan’s Sleigh and Sock factory for many years but yearned for freedom.

To the tune of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi.

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Once upon a time, many bongs ago

Tommy used to be scared of clocks
Kept falling off his bike
And landing in muck
It’s tough, so tough

Gina thinks her brother’s called Ray
Working for her nan
Sanding down a sleigh
No gloves, no gloves

She says; We’ve gotta kill Nan, she’s lost the plot
She shouting at the baker while she’s covered in snot
I don’t like sanding, I can’t stand snot
No gloves, I’m getting blood clots

Whoa, let’s burn her chair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs
Check my hands, the state of my hair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs

Tommy’s got a purple pet rock
Now he’s sniffing tin
But he used to make nice socks
No fluff, no fluff

Gina dreams of sanding that sleigh
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers;
“Baby, he’s called John, Not Ray.”

We’ve gotta kill Nan, she’s lost the plot
She shouting at the baker while she’s covered in snot
I don’t like sanding, I can’t stand snot
No gloves, I’m getting blood clots

Whoa, let’s burn her chair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs
Check my hands, the state of my hair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs

Throw her down the stairs.

doo doo doo diddle diddle diddle doo
dee de neee noo nah nee noo etc.

We’ve gotta kill Nan, I’m sick of the snot
I’ll poke her good eye then you nick all her pot

Whoa, let’s burn her chair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs
Check my hands, the state of my hair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs

Whoa, let’s burn her chair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs
Check my hands, the state of my hair
Whoa, throw her down the stairs

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