There was a man named John, wants his soul to survive,
And so just for kicks, this here thought he contrived,
For God he's a soldier, be a monk might be hip.
He joined the silent few, the ones who pay no lip, this guy John.
Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John)

Monestary's now where John calls home,
He's in a place so quiet there's no need for a phone.
He couldn't say much, vow of silence was why,
Could not speak at all, not even hi, that shy John.

Nobody said his name, a quiet scene,
He just settled in real tight, things got real serene.
Once every ten years could speak on demand,
You better have a plan-a, with just two words to command-think on.
Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John)

Then came that day when he gotten speak his line,
Thought his voice would crack when his lips start tryin'.
Monsignor was sayin' don't speak too fast,
You're gettin' two words and they gotta last-ten years.

So then shy John he spoke and he spoke quite well,
Talked defiant did the man as he uttered "food smells".
But his voice was limber, then quiet as a stone,
Now he's back to quietry, back in the quiet zone-goes John.
Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John)

Now for a ten year length no more will he speak of,
And he's all talked out, back to his vow of love.
Now twenty years tabled again he will rave,
These are now the last two words that he gave-"bed hard!"

No cracks or whimpers, he's silenced back down,
John got to grumble, monsignor just frowned.
What he spoke was rash, belched out that short line,
Everybody knew he wasn't feelin' real fine-shy John.
Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John)

After thirty years, John thinks, this is it,
So to the monsignor he just says "I quit".
I'm not surprised, says Monsignor man
You've been bitchin' since you got here as I understand.
Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John)

Fade (Shy John, shy John, shy guy John, (shy John))