Club de Fans de John Boy

All the weirdos went to the concert of the great telepath from Dublin
Half an hour before we invaded the subway, I was forced and you in ecstasy
And the fanatics of John Boy didn't care if it was eight or eighty
In front of the stadium, you were already singing his songs, the front rows your obsession

You said John Boy was boreal, something ambiguous and of gray childhood
Honestly, I detested him to death
The light faded, 'which one will they start with?'
You didn't care, you said: 'he'll get it right'

Oh, oh, oh!

How is it possible that I've been in your hells
It's impossible, no, mystery, and whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't achieve it, to know more about you

I'm not a fan, another John Boy fan
I hate John Boy, you will hate John Boy

Among those masses, he was the great insect, 'he has powers' you even said
I think he has spent half his life running away, maybe the same thing happens to me
He had expanded his global broadcast from Lima to Reykjavik
And yet he couldn't transmit to those close to him

Universal gaze with personal reach
He finally hypnotized me with his lethal verse

Oh, oh, oh!

How is it possible that I've been in his hells
It's impossible, no, mystery, and whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't achieve it, I'll never know

If I don't have his gift
If I don't have his gift

And now I am, and now I am, I am now
And now I am, another John Boy fan
And now I am, and now I am, I am now
And now I am, another John Boy fan