Lyrics:
a country boy name
Of Johnny B goode
He never ever learned to read
Or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Like ringing a bell
Go Go go Johnny Go
Go Go
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 ringin' a bell.
Go!
There's a microchip one armed bandit with a screw loose
A stripper in the corner with a face like thunder
A terrible band playing "johnny be goode"
So I'd
a-tumblin' down, oh yeah yeah
All shook up and bent out of shape
Wasn't Johnny B. Goode but it sounded great
That night, tell me that's right
From
on the wood,
Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny be Goode.
Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,
Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby
Papa
You affi grateful grateful grateful
From yuh have life just give thanks all when di plate nuh full
Juss be grateful grateful grateful
Mi a pre big
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
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
Honestly Johnny b Goode go on cast your spell
While I have visions of Raven Simone posing for black tail
I can feel they purposely making this black
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who is Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who's Johnny?
Who is Johnny?
Sometimes you're better off dead.
There's a knife in my hand
I'm sorry
But Johnny B. Goode is Dead
His body
Was found in a rose-covered bed
And I hope we can
Come to terms
With the state
Of the scene
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
on
But not too long, or, why are you spitting
So much, or, easy tiger
Hands to yourself I am excitable
I am sorry I am grateful
I just want us to be
Ready or not and a here we go
Blasted by the sound of the radio
Over the river and through the wood
Lived a rocker named Johnny B. Goode
And ya
I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted as the California sun
A red Caddilac having too
me"
Well, when I was just a young one I heard my father say
That he would rather see me dead and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any
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
.
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
eighteen, I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B goode
Got my guitar painted in the California sun
A red Cadillac, having too much fun
Now
and fortune
come on let's make a deal
But hold on - what would Jesus do?
he wouldn't be so rash
He'd down a shot whiskey and crank up Johnny Cash
Down a shot
Mixin´ Ahmad Jamal in Johnny B Goode
Sneakin´ Errol Garner in to Sweet Sixteen
Now they tell me Stan Kenton´s cuttin´ Maybelline oh baby
Papa said to Mama
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