Johnnyville is a place I've seen
With my own big brown eyes
I've been there a few times and I love it a lot
Oh, there's colors in there
There's a picture of a lady who stands on an easel
Naked but dressed up in blue
Through the only window the beams comes in
And illuminate the painter's room
Oh, take me back to Johnnyville
That's where I belong
It's the place where the artist meets his girl
Oh, in Johnnyville
Inside these walls, there's a war going on
Between the painter and the lady
He uses clouds in different ways
To create something new
Oh, take me back to Johnnyville
That's where I belong
It's the place where the artist meets his girl
Oh, in Johnnyville