Lyrics:
jusqu'à l'épaule
Mais il était râblé comme tout
Il m'a suivie jusqu'à ma piaule
Et j'ai crié vas-y mon loup!
Fais-moi mal, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
Once upon a dusty reservation
Somewhere in the land of sitting bull
Johnny lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces
Locked inside a heaven
João Roberto era o maioral
O nosso Johnny era um cara legal
Ele tinha um Opala metálico azul
Era o rei dos pegas na Asa Sul
E em todo lugar
Well we've all heard times about Little Johnny,
Get in trouble at school, filthy little mouth,
He called a teacher a tool, during his honour
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sings was this
Ah!
Poor Johnny one-note
sang out with "gusto"
And just overlorded the place
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sang was this
Ahh
Poor Johnny one note sang out with gusto
And just overlorded the place
Poor Johnny
(Spoken)
(Jack) Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory Halle...
(Johnny) What's all that noise?
(Jack) Hallelujah!
(Johnny) Don't give up with that now
a country boy named Johnny B.Goode
Who'd never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell
Go go go Johnny go
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go,
and now, that's johnny
a man who know nothing about nothing
nobody knows why he is so charm
but johnny sure does
I think I like this johnny guy
he plays
Johnny
Are you an android
Johnny
Are you an android
I know this makes me sound paranoid
On that night back in August on
The third moon of Neptune
Johnny was the deal boy,
is your love for real boy?
When the lights are low,
you never hold me close.
And I saw you today boy,
walking with a gay
Oh it’s killing me
Johnny looks but he don’t
Now it’s killing me
How could I not see
Johnny was a rotten boy
Good for nothing, nothing good for you
Little Johnny likes to Rock n Roll
Walks his dog out on a midnight stroll
Blue jeans all full of holes
Walkin' boots ain't got no soul
Rock n Roll
Johnny en a ras-le-bol
Parait qu'il va même plus à l'école
Il trouve ça dull
Y'en a ras-le-bol
Johnny, Johnny, merde, à quoi t'as pensé
Dis-moi où
Here's a story 'bout Johnny
Who never got any pussy
He was socially awkward, ugly as fuck
He was more than eager to use his cock
He bought some eye
Johnny
A sunny day, roads are the real flame, the head is melty
But our Johnny has a plan how to excite the girl that sexy
Trashed skateboard,
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go, go
Go Johnny
DANS UNE TOUTE PETITE VILLE
DANS UN TOUT PETIT PAYS
VIVAIT UN PETIT HOMME PRESSE
QUI S’APPELAIT …JOHNNY
IL AIMAIT LA VITESSE
L’ADRENALINE ET LE
Johnny's got a stripy jumper
I wish it was mine
Tommy's got a zoot suit
But it's not new
Why do I always want what I haven't got
Johnny's got
Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody knew him
Little Johnny never quite fit in the same
Everybody knew him
Knew to stay away
Everybody
Johnny's in America,
Low techs at the wheel,
No one needs anyone,
They don't even just pretend,
Johnny's in America.
I'm afraid of Americans,
I'm
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sang was this: aaaahh
Poor Johnny One Note
Sang out with Gusto
And just overloaded
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sang was this: aaaahh
Poor Johnny One Note
Sang out with Gusto
And just overloaded
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