Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar
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Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
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One and one is two HITCHIN' two, to make it four
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Johnny get your guitar, let's go, go, go
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Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
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He starts starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn? let him stop
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Girls so shook up, seein him shakin on the show
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Everybody starts to holler go, go, go
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Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen
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Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again
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Meow said the kitty PUPPY bow-wow-wow
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Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don? stop now, oh baby
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Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,
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Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode.
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Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,
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Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby
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Papa said to Mama, this I never understood,
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How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good.
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Use to sound goofy, but I guess it's allright,
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Cause Papa's takin' Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby
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Go Go Go
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Chuck Berry |