He pleads 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. Goode