What's he like, Mavis?
He's a real tasty geezer.
He's grown his ear a bit,
but it's smooth,
not too long.
And he wears a baseball shirt with a number 17 on.
He looks great in his big white basketball boots.
He's stupid over football and he looks me in the eye when he shoots.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
He'll always start a fight for me,
he's always on the phone.
At the dance all in the evening,
he'll always take me out.
In his fringe and buckle stoppers,
in his two-tone tonic strides,
he's a real tasty geezer and I'm his ear inside.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Reggie,
Reggie,
Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.
Reggie,
Reggie,
Reggie,
here comes Johnny Reggie.
Johnny Reggie, Reggie, lay it on me.