[Verse 1]
He pleads with 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Set up the amps
And play it loud
So no one will hear the words
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
He pleads with 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Set up the amps
And play it loud
So no one will hear the words
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
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