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