Lyrics:
When Johnny was a schoolboy you could find him down at the quay
With his fishing rod and sinkers and a flask of Tetley tea
He acquired a new name
Roddy is dealer that Johnny knows
Johnny's a poor junkie without a hope
He's gonna form a master plan
To score some dope any way he can
Johnny knows
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
Hey there, Johnny
Where have you been
I said, hey there, Johnny
You've been messing around with those white chicks again
Hey there, Johnny
Yeah,
A jemu ciągle mało mało
Twój na zawsze Johnny Bravo
Zalicza w mieście wszystkie puby
To To właśnie on pies na baby
Mówią że mocne wejście
W klubie
Johnny was a California kid born in the 90's
He was an accident just like me
His parents were young, they were happy then
His future was bright or so
of net raak
Want daai niggie ontstig my
En ek wil net vry
En Johnny het die blues
Johnny het die blues
Johnny het daai freestyle en kop vat nie grond nie
Yo bruh I feel like Johnny Cash hah
Ay ay
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, this jawn need cash
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, Cash, Cash
[ML savage]
Once upon on a time
Momma had two kids, Jesse and Johnny
Daddy took off when he had the chance to
Momma made sure that she gave her
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who 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 B. Goode
O que ele aprendeu ele aprendeu com a vida
E tocava sua guitarra como ninguém
E foi go, go Johnny, Johnny be good tonight, yeah
E foi
Oh my Johnny, oh my Johnny, don't you leave me
On the banks of roses me love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for my love to play a tune
out somehow maybe
We could find a way out baby
And he laughed and said "I got to go"
And she cried "no
Johnny Johnny no
Oh Johnny Johnny no"
His arms
Mean as a tiger, society's own child
Those who try to burn him pay
You don't do that to Johnny Blade
He's the meanest guy around his town
One look
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will
Johnny B. Goode
O que ele aprendeu ele aprendeu com a vida
E tocava sua guitarra como ninguém
E foi go, go Johnny, Johnny be good tonight, yeah
E foi
Johnny han vill inte prata, han vill inte ha någon mat. Han vill bara ligga och sova
Johnny vill inte förstå, han bara gäspar och han vill inte gå ut
Y a des hommes qui disent qu'ils pleurent pas
C'est pas ma faute, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
J'arrive toujours à trouver quelques défauts
Et
J'profite même si je sais que ça glisse
Avec le vent comme complice?
Mesdemoiselles, Jeunes Hommes,
Mesdames, messieurs,
C'est moi, Johnny fout le feu
Johnny
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 go
We met a boy called Johnny, he was built like an ape
He went by the nick Johnny the Grape
Short hair, green bomber, hollow eyes of despair
Skinny
I am a Highland soldier Johnny Boer you're my foe
But here's a wee story that I think that you should know
Johnny Boer, Johnny Boer
You know I
Johnny thinks world's unfair
'Cause unfair's man's heart
Johnny trusts every man's
Got a hard split inside
Mary says man is lost
Jane that life is
of school
Courtney, six feet under
Crying in the rain and thunder
Johnny and Courtney for never (For never)
Johnny and Courtney no more
Johnny and Courtney
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