Paul(?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes.

Other voice: (???)

Paul(?): Tell John. Tell him.

Johnny: What?

Paul(?): Tell him. (???)

Other Voice: They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through my eyes.

Johnny: God! Awright, then.

Paul(?): Ready? Go!

Johnny:
If you could see... oh God, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode
Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode
Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go! Johnny B. Goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! Torture.

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back in the woods among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.

Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by the railroad track.
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passin' by would stop and say:
My my, but that little country boy can play!

Go go, go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go;
go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny go, go; Go Johnny B. Goode.

His mamma told him Someday you will be a man.
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comin' from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights.

Way down in Louisiana down in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or write so well
He could play the guitar just like he's ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
strummin to the rhythm that the driver made.
People passing you know they stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Well his mama told him one day you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
and people gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till sun go down
Maybe someday your name gonna be in lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight.

Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Johnny B Goode

Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go Go
Go Johnny Go Go

Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made 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 ringing a bell.

(Chorus)
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

(Chorus)

His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
way back up in the woods, among the evergreens.
There stand a country cabin, made of tar and wood,
where lives a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write a book so well.
He could play his guitar just like a-ringing the bell.

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
aah - Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack.
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, sitting and a-playing in the shade,
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say:
My, but how that country boy could play

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
aah - Johnny B. Goode

Ooh

Well, his mama told him Someday you will be a man,
and you will be the leader of a big oil band.
Many people coming from miles around
to hear you play your music till the sun goes down.
Maybe someday, your name will be in lights
saying: 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'

Go, go, go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisianna
Close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
Among the evergreens
There stand a country cabin
Made of clay and wood
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like a-ringing a bell

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees
By the railroad track
Oh sitting and a-playing
In the shade
Drumming to the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B. Goode!

Well his mama told him
Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader
Of a big old band
Many people coming
From miles around
To hear you play your music
Till the sun goes down
Maybe some day
Your name will be in light
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny B.Goode!

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell

Chorus:

Go, go, go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
go johnny go go
johnny be good

Chorus

His mother told him one day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
And hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe one day your name will be in light
Sayin' Johnny be good tonight

Chorus

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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 he's ringin' a bell

Go, go;
Go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
When people passed him by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy sure could play

Go, go;
Go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

Go, go;
go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him, someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
People come and go from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go, go;
Go, go Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, go, go, Johnny, go
Go, Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
An engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, how that little country boy could play

His mother told him, someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
And maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Deep down in Jamaica close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods on top of a hill
There stood an old hut made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode

He never learned to read and a write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell yell

CHORUS (we all know this)

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sitting in a tree in the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made

People passing by would stop and say
Oh my oh my what the boy can play

CHORUS

Mama said son you gotta be a man
You gotta be the leader of a reggae band
People coming in from miles around
To hear you play until the sun goes down

Boy someday your name will be in the lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight

Deep down in Jamaica close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods on top of a hill
There stood an old hut made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode

He never learned to read and a write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell yell

I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah
I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sitting in a tree in the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made

People passing by would stop and say
Oh my oh my what the boy can play

I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah
I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode

Mama said: Son you gotta be a man (Go be a man)
You gotta be the leader of a reggae band (Reggea, reggea, singin')
People coming in from miles around
To hear you play until the sun goes down

Boy, someday your name will be in the lights
Saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'

I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah
I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode

I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah
I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode

I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode tonight, yeah
I said go (Go, Johnny)
Johnny B. Goode

(Chuck Berry cover)

Yeaah!

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood

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

Go go
(Go Johnny, go, go, go!)
Go Johnny go! Go go
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)
Go Johnny Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineer sitting in the shade

Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by would stop and say:
Oh my but how that little country boy could play

Go go.
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
Go Johnny go!
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)
Go go
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)

Go Johnny go!
(Go Go)
Go Johnny B. Goode!
Go Johnny!

[Guitar Solo]

His mother told him some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around

To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights, saying
Johnny B. Goode tonight Go! Go!

Go go.
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
Go Johnny go! Go go!
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)
Go Johnny Goode!
(Go go go go!)

Go Go!
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
Go Johnny go!
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)
Go go!
(Go Johnny, go, go go!)

Go Johnny, go!
(Go go go go!)
Go Johnny B. Goode!
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
Go go!
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)

Go Johnny, go!
(Go go go go!)
Go Johnny B. Goode!
(Go Johnny, Go, go, go!)
Go Johnny, go!
(Go go go go!)
Go Johnny B. Goode!

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To listen you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
An engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my, how that little country boy could play

His mother told him, someday you will be a man
You will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
And maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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 go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
He sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop and say
Oh my how that little country boy can play
Go go go Johnny go go...
[ guitar - piano ]
His mother told him someday you gonna be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people comen from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights sayin' Johnny B Goode tonight
Go go go Johnny go go...

Deep down in Louisiana,
close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods,
among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin,
made of earth and wood
Where 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
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar,
in a gunny sack
or sit beneath the tree,
by the railroad track
The engineer could see him,
sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm,
that the drivers made
People passing by,
they would stop and say,
Oh my but that country boy can play

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you'll be a man,
and you will be the leader of a rock and roll band
Many people coming from a-miles around,
to hear you play yer guitar 'til the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights,
saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode

Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens
There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood
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

Go go. Go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Old engineer sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by would stop and say
Oh my but how that little country boy could play

Go go. Go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights, saying
Johnny B. Goode tonight

Go go. Go Johnny go
Johnny B. Goode

Deep down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where 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! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passed him by they would stop and say,
'oh, my but that little country boy could play'

Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many people comin' from miles around

Will hear you play your music when the sun go down.
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''

Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go!
Go, Johnny, go! Go! Johnny B. Goode

Way down in Louisiana, down the New Orleans
Way back up on the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
Who'd never, ever learned to read or write so well
He could play a guitar just like he's ringin' a bell

Chorus:
Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
The engineers could see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin'to the rhythm that the driver made
The people passing by you know they stop and say
Oh, my, that little country boy sure could play

Repeat Chorus:

Instrumental:

Well his mama told him, One day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
People gonna come from miles around
To listen to you play till the sun goes down
And one day maybe your name gonna be in lights
A-sayin' 'Johnny B Goode tonight'

Last Chorus:
Go! Go! Go! Go!Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Johnny B Goode
Oh Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go!
Go! Johnny! Go! Go! Go! Go! Johnny! Go! Go