Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell



He pleads to his manager

There just 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

But the doctor says he's broken his head



Set up the amps

Play it loud

So no one can hear the words

Good job

They wouldn't wanna hang around

Set up the ligths

But keep em dim

So no one will see him in

The state that he's in



Ladies and gentlemen

Will you welcome for the last time

A man who if he could help it

Would not be here tonight

The man who has nothing left to prove

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 time for good

Because they won't turn up for johnny b. goode




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