He gave us a spoof, John B
Some grand, some wild and free
Around this AIR town he did roam
Writing with might
And pacing laced tight
Emotion he'd stoke up,
And trim it in chrome

Wind's gone from the John B Sail
It's docked, the anchor sets
Honor our Captain of More
Restin' at home, restin' at home,
Restin' at home, yeah, yeah
Bet rhymes still poke up,
There restin' at home

Far out, good spoofs, no junk
Grand tokes from the Cap'n's trunk
Consistently wrote and shipped the cargo our way
Bare midriffs shown,
Sex themes not left alone, yeah, yeah
He could tease with low cup, and bring it on home

Let's raise up the John B ale
Sip of good wine that wets
Toast the good Captain, once more
Back there at home, back there at home
He's restin' at home, restin' at home
(Ring out a John B hail)
Here's to you, John B
Enjoy your limbo... back there, at home
Back there... at .... home...