Lyrics:
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
Johnny could only sing one note,
And the note he sang was this,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Poor Johnny One Note
Sang out with gusto,
And just
See Johnny Thunder sitting on his motorbike
Riding along the highway,
Rock and roll songs from the nineteen-fifties
Buzzing around in his
Johnny, oh Johnny,
Where do you roam?
We'll always remain here,
So don't leave us alone.
Some say they knew him,
And some just left him alone.
of the window there, and dropped it in the toll basket.
Up comes the gate, and out comes...
Johnny's camero, Johnny's camero
Johnny loved his camero, maybe more
My Name Is Johnny Grey, It's Just A Name
And I Know That For You It's The Same The World I Know
Seems Not To Know Me Here's My Number I Need A Call
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I wonder why, why
Put us in your pumpkin shell
Where you keep us very well
It's hell, where I dwell
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I wonder why, why
Put us in your pumpkin shell
Where you keep us very well
It's hell, where I dwell
Johnny's in America
Lo-Teks at the wheel
Nobody needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Johnny's in America
Johnny's in America
Johnny
Johnny darlin', I've been waitin' here on you
Johnny darlin', I've been waitin' here on you
You're five minute late and I'm already feelin' blue
And that is how I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
How I got these Lonesome Johnny Blues
Got the Lonesome Johnny Blues
And there's nothing I can do
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at johnny, johnny wanted to run,
But the movie
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
Poor
Up comes the gate, and out comes
Johnny's camero, Johnny's camero
Johnny loved his camero, maybe more than life itself.
Oh it was no big
Lo chiamavano Johnny Canaglia ventimila la sua taglia
Ha già file di pistoleri alle calcagna
Lo sceriffo di Thompson lo vuole vivo o morto
Gli
that swinging king
One, two, three, four, five
Once I caught that dirty rotten man alive
Cried like a baby
Yes we did that jive
Johnny doesn't want
Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
Oh, Johnny get
Johnny Porter was the oldest in his family
And I remember he was almost twenty one
Y'know I can't quite explain the situation
But he broke into
Johnny was a good boy
According to his mother
But when she wasn' t looking yeah
Johnny became a bad boy
He got into drugs yeah
Oh poor Johnny
One day
Johnny plays guitar he knows three chords
Johnny plays with himself when he likes it
Johnny's a rocker he likes punk rock
Johnny's a cadet in
Yeah
Oh
Johnny was a mental case he was a mental case Johnny Johnny
Johnny was a mental case he was a mental case Johnny Johnny
Johnny was a he was
My mate Johnny's a looker
His habit is a one night stand
he would walk the streets in the usual way
Oh, what a pretty man
My mate Johnny was a lover
Ohhhh Johnny
Johnny how I love ya
Lovedy-love
Ohhhh Johnny
Johnny how I love ya
Lovedy-love
Hey Johnny
Johnny how I love ya
Lovedy-love
Hey Johnny
Johnny you gonna get rich
Lil bro
Johnny please don't talk shit
Lil bro
Johnny you just gotta
Go go go
Johnny you just gotta
Go go go
Trash talk
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