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!
Turn Me Up Lit
Guitar Hero Rockstar Drip
Jimi Hendrix Fit Expensive
I Ain’t Got A Cape Still Save The Day By My Lonely
Clutching On That Iron
Took a handful of some pills
I feel like Jimi Hendrix
I heard they wanna take my shine
I gotta keep a glizzy
Late nights in the studio
That shit gone
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
to boogie-woogie with a lotta soul
He sang those old songs like his heroes would
And he played that guitar just like Johnny B. Goode
Go go
Go Tommy go, go
Go Tommy
I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty
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
out/
Jimi Hendrix with stick, don't make a nga rockout/
Verse
Rock out like Led Zeppelin/
My ngaz played with them blocks but I ain't talking Tetris/
I
as eagle's talons
Jerry Garcia playin' "Friend of the Devil"
Jimi Hendrix messing with the bass and the treble
Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain, Einstein talkin'
Clinto and Jimi Hendrix wannabes
I'm beyong that average cha cha, that trendy Southside music
People don't hate, just motivate
You spent twenty years
Cash, Joe Strummer,
Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison,
Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrett in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age
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
en ny lyd
Og alt som var magisk har blitt borte
Selv om genier står for tur
St jimi Hendrix og St morrison
Kommer ikke til oss mer
Og ikke vet vi hvem
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
movements, and from the Indian
mound curves that charm her body. Is it Eimear? In the distance
I hear the two songs I hear so often: Jimi Hendrix playing
om genier står for tur
St. Jimi Hendrix og St. Morrison
Kommer ikke til oss mer
Og ikke vet vi hvem vi skal be til
For å skaffe oss fler
Denne sangen
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
whole life, tryna' live in the lights
Heroines followin' Marilyn Hoppin'
Over the edges like Janice Joplin
River Phoenix, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Morrison
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
till my ashes bite the dust
Ice on my boys like a diamond necklace
Smoking on that herb like I’m Jimi Hendrix
Ice Ice on my boys like a diamond necklace
White lighter on me yeah I might die tonight
Real alone but the paper me feel alright
Jimi Hendrix ima rockstar sipping dirty sprite
Po a 4, roll
whole life trying to live in the lights
Heroin's following, Marilyn hopping over the edge
It's like Janis Joplin
River Pheonix, Jimi Hendrix
Jimmy
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