Lyrics:
out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
lived a country boy name 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, go Johnny
Stop playing with a nigga (doo, doo, doo)
Drop bands on a nigga on the head of a nigga
Have them land on a nigga
All my South Philly niggas be like
(doo,
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
down by some shady grove
And heard them pledge each other in the constant bands of love
Her father he strode up to her and took her by the hand
He vowed
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
While common sense is goin' out of style
I thought that I would be above it all by now
In some country garden in the shade
But it's business as usual
on, boys
Which side are you on
Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on
Moses crossed the desert
With a band of weary men
For forty years they
We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we
on Jambalaya.
Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When
dear boy have a cigar
You're gonna go far you're never gonna die
But if you try, I won't stop you
Get a face tat and take some Xanax
(This band is just
are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
Doo, doo doo lookin out my
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
That never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
People passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, but that country boy can play!"
Go, go!
Go Johnny go, go, go!
Go Johnny go, go, go!
Go Johnny go,
People passing by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, but that country boy can play!"
Go, go!
Go Johnny go, go, go!
Go Johnny go, go, go!
Go Johnny go,
From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
I took my baby dancing, to see a heavy band
But I never saw my baby till the encore
She had the singer by the hand
I didn't want to cry 'cause I
a start
Whoa, yeah, baby, whoa, yeah
Kick start my heart, hope it never stops
Whoa, yeah, baby
When we started this band
All we needed, needed was
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
Forget the carbs though I just want the bread... That Doe boy!
Iliotibial... bands... The bands though!
ITBS...Oh... Damn! Damn!
Let that sink in like
band paan
Cuz gaane drop hote inki bolti hai band
Chota ghar chota sheher mein jyada khaas nahi
Par by chance se ek pen laga hath mein
Kaafi ne kaha tha
a hillbilly boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could rock n' roll
Like a bat out of hell
Go
Go Johnny go,
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