Lyrics:
lived 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
on the lake, but I don't even know how to fish (Damn)
Mothafuck the law, fuck the law, fuck the law (Fuck em all)
Flyin' down Elvis Presley in the race car
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy (hey)
There's a concept that works
Twenty
Gustav's a-sleep with his headphones on.
He made a joke and fell asleep
and I can hear a soft sound, oh yeah,
from Elvis Presley's Return to Sender.
What
From Elvis Presley to Marilyn
Cassius Clay to Billy the Kid
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
From Jackie O to J.F.K.
Little Richard and Lady
Elvis Presley in the race car (Boulevard)
I been drinking raw, drinking raw, drinking raw (raw!)
White girl with me, and she look just like a Barbie
ain't no Elvis Presley
But I think that she moves just like the king
I guess she's feeling lonely
So she walked out on me
She ain't no Paul McCartney
But
Johnny B. Goode
Or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk
to die in the wreckage
As soon as it burns, I'll be gone
I'm goin' back to sentimental Johnny (what for?)
To take in all I can (once more!)
To take
to die in the wreckage
As soon as it burns, I'll be gone
I'm goin' back to sentimental Johnny (what for?)
To take in all I can (once more!)
To take
mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene (yeah)
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
Gustav’s a-sleep with his headphones on. He made a joke and fell asleep
and I can hear a soft sound, oh yeah, from Elvis Presley’s Return to Sender.
What
she make my head hurt
Skirting inna rarri made a call im mover faster
Seen you at the darty shawty cold it felt winter
Moves like Elvis Presley
She
the real music died
They went to star 69
John Lennon Buddy Holly
Billy holiday
Richie Valens Hank Williams
Elvis Presley's grave
Sam Cooke David Bowie
It's such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven Johnny be Goode's
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They
somethin', huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley's album cover
.
Rock and roll music, slowly 79
Sweet little sixteen, and you will soon be 21
No more reelin?and rockin? School Days will be done.
Go Johnny B. Goode
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays
made
I knew every single record the DJ's played
A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode
Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood
I was raised
Berry,
Mister Johnny B. Goode,
Elvis, Led Zeppelin,
Deep Purple e Raul
No que depender
De mim eu vou fazer
Pra nunca deixar
O rock morrer
Vai lá...
gosse
Ouais mais faut être le boss
J’aime bien Johnny B Goode
C’est roll, c’est bong, c’est good
Moi j’préfère ça au jazz
D’la musique de beep
J’aime la
bring it all
Spin the world around
Shake Rattle and Roll
Spin the world around
Shake Rattle and Roll
Elvis Presley comes to get me
I'm gonna give him
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