s to his manager There seems to be no way out Have one last cigarette No time to put it out He's quitting this time for good This is the last gig for Johnny B. Goode And now the pressure's really on Black limousines close in His hotel suite is really neat But the flight nearly did him in A telegram said "Break a leg" And the doctor say's "He's broken his head" So set up the amps And play it loud So no one will hear the words A good job They wouldn't wanna hang around Set up the lights But keep 'em dim So no one will see him in The state that he's in "Ladies and gentlemen For the last time will you welcome A man who if he could help it Would not be here tonight A man who has nothing Nothing left to prove Bye bye, bye Johnny B. Goode" The agent's looking restless He says "This house is awful bad" He said "we should have booked the audience Rather than booked the band" He's quitting this tour for good 'Cos they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode Set up the amps Play it loud So no one can hear the words Good job They wouldn't wanna hang around Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode Bye, Bye Johnny Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode Bye, Bye, Johnny B. Goode Bye, Bye Johnny Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode Bye, Bye Johnny Bye, Bye Johnny B. GoodeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
