Jenny knew which boy she liked The only one with a motorbike With a gleam in his eye He was always combin' back his hair She never saw him at school He was too busy being cool In his black leather jacket He was king of anywhere Rebel souls with their shadows of mystery Tough to the last Are becoming just a part of our history Memories from the past What happened to the heroes of yesterday Where have they gone Their vision's too important to fade away We'll have to carry it on Johnny was a teenage punk Starting fights and getting drunk He was ready for a rumble With a switchblade at his side Jenny hid and cried that day She wanted to run away When she overheard them say That Johnny died