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
Sail the tv round the swimming pool
I want my name in lights a la johnny b. goode
Be an all night loon like a ronnie wood
Don't read the writing
Eric B. Easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin'
"Right here, I`m R. Prophet, a.k.a., the Galloping Ghost."
Big V: Big V. Sex, money, and bud.
B. Still: Yeah, B. Still, a.k.a., the Black
Eric B. Easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's comin'
tallet elleve rammer stadig på en plet// To B. Laudrup or not to B. Laudrup... That's not the question//
Stamina var mere smart end fart, for farten løber
remember when
I fell down some stairs
I was lyin' underneath the bottle
Oooohh whee, son of a B.
You get so down, you can't get any lower
So long
Listen
Make the trap line flick, call it Afro trap
Frontline ting, four-fours get crashed
No B.S
Of course gang right 'bout that
BBL arse, she'll
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
The shit with this bitch
Yo I said I'm calling you B.
Yo B it's the phone
Yo B.
"May I help you?"
"Yes what's your name?"
"Hello?"
"Hello
lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go,
I pray like Aretha Franklin
Nothing, oh nothing
Because baby, baooo
I'm a would be
W. O. O. D.
I'm a would be would be
B. E. E. Z.
There's
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we,
But just a simple band who roams about the land,
Dispensing plentyof
I want to be a pirate
A pirate's life for me
All my friends are pirates
And sail the b. b. sea
I've got a jolly roger
It's black and white and vast
you, so watch your ass!
B. O. N. E. S.
To darkness we confess
B. O. N. E. S.
We're living to harass
B. O. N. E. S.
Our bones may be a mess
B. O. N. E.
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
Jeanie B. Bad
Jeanie B. Bad
Jeanie B. Bad, bad, bad,
She’ll give you the best time you’ll ever have
Prepare to handle tons of sexual power
You’re nothing
compromised
He was no longer living in limbo
His life was compromised
Gert B. Frobe
Gert B. Frobe
He is a man of many names
Gert B. Frobe
Gert B. Frobe
He is
Summaia B. P. mondasinac
... a szívnek oly bizodalma, kivel a bűnös
az ő maga bocsánatát hiszi... es elnyeri
ingyen kegyelemből!
And there`s so much forgotten
And too much recalled
And why did you leave
At all?
B. Winter
Standing beside you
Mid-winter day
Hearts beating close
You know I rolled in the street is one-time
They told me that
B. Dinero
(Laughter)
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
Go,
you could
Howling like you can
It gets me thinking of Johnny B. Good
But you know you ain't no man
When I heard you play I knew your
name should
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