This thing's fast, man
All right, Sonny, you better get all those folks out of the studio
Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods, a month of ever breeze
Stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny P. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar like a ring in a bell
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, oh, Johnny P. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Hold hands and in a train to the new machine
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by, they would stop and say
Oh, my, but that little country boy could play
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go
Go
Go, go, Johnny


Go
Go, Johnny, go-go-go
Go
Johnny Go

Go, Johnny, go
Go
Go




Here he come
Well his mother told him
Someday you will be
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying, Johnny be good tonight
Oh, go, go, go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Oh, Johnny be good
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Oh, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Johnny be good
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny
Oh, Johnny be good
Oh, Johnny be good
Go, Johnny, go!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Go, go, Johnny, go!
Go, Johnny, be good!
Yes, he is.
Go, go, Johnny!
Go, go, Johnny!
Go, go, Johnny!
Go, go, Johnny, go!
Go, Johnny, be good!