Lyrics:
welcome there
In my heaven
In my heaven I can sing like Elvis
Play guitar like B. B. King
Slide a fast ball past Hank Aaron
Batter, batter, batter
lived 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.
of earth and wood,
Where lived 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
5. Flores nos olhos
(E, A9)
Passo cedo com as malas todas prontas
Vou num passo, bem pássaro para ser todo seu
E. B.
Bye Bye Bye Bye
Bye Bye Bye Bye
Bye Bye Johnny Bye Bye Johnny B. Goode
I said Bye Bye Bye Bye
I said Bye Bye Bye Bye
I said Bye Bye Johnny Bye Bye
Enregistré à la maison. Mixé et masterisé par Géraldine Capart au studio Détours.
Credits
B. Chabot/ B. Chabot
Basse C. Van Caillie
Alto additionnel
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna made some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye,
[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]
[Master P]
RIP homie RIP
[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]
How do I say goodbye to what we had
Jason B. Sad was a lonely lad
His head was a bed for everyone
His clothes was his life
But his heart was a knife
Inscribed on it was "rock 'n'
diamonds, pearls galore
She buys them at the five and ten cents store
She wants to be just like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Even though she's the girl next door
They
diamonds, pearls galore
She buys them at the five and ten cents store
She wants to be just like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Even though she's the girl next door
They
Foul style galore, verbal cow manure
Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure
understand
The burden that I carry, oh it's so heavy
It seems, seems like ain't nobody in this great big world
That would want to help old B.
Hey, but
number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He's in the army now. he's blowin reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company b.
They made
lived 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
Including:
a. Father Padilla Meets the Perfect Gnat
b. Howling at the Moon
c. Man Overboard
d. Industry on Parade
e. Release the Beavers
f. Gnat
[Refrain] x2
Vroum Vroum nigga démarré
Machi Pussycats hado La marine
Mzikty f jozor l'Canaries
Baghi l3a9a drab nemrate f'cabaret
B. B. King, B. B.
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Enregistré à la maison et au studio Détours. Mix et masterisé par Géraldine Capart au studio Détours.
B. Chabot/ Peter. Clasen - B. Chabot
Intro. to T. B. Blues
Thank you very much thank you so much thank you
We does anybody remember Jimmie Rodgers here tonight
The old blue yodel
Well
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
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
Writers B. Eggers, J. Eggers
Copyright 1970
It ain't fair for you to leave me cold and cryin' in the night
It ain't fair to take your body from my
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
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