The Last Gig of Johnny B. Goode

He pleads with his manager

There seems 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 with Johnny B. Goode

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 said, "He's broken his head"

Set up the amps and play it loud

So no one will hear the words

A good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around

But 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 last time, will you welcome a man who if he could help it

Would not be here tonight?

The man who has nothing, nothing left to prove

Bye-bye, bye, Johnny B. Goode

Now the agent's looking restless

He says, "This house is awful bad"

He said, "We should've booked the audience

Rather than booked the band"

He's quitting this tour for good

'Cause they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, set up the amps and play it loud

So no one can hear the words

Good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around

Bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye-bye Johnny (yeah)

Bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode

Bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye-bye, Johnny

Yeah, bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode

Oh, bye-bye, Johnny

Bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode, bye-bye Johnny

Bye-bye, Johnny B. Goode