'Cause everywhere we go girl, you're the star of the show And everybody's wondering and wanting to know What's your name, who's that girl Oh, what gets me the most is you don't even know With the prettiest smile in the world? That you are, you are, you

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

He rode up on a winter day Steam risin' off a streak face bay Said you probably know my name If you don't it's Arkansas Dave He talked of fifteen years ago And how he got the bay he rode He said he killed a man in Ohio First man he killed, first horse he

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

He was a railroad man 'Til he stepped in front of the railroad train And Bangor when he went to Maine He rode across the plains The hauled bananas to Savannah And a railroad man You know, his name was Tex when he's in Texas Oh, a railroad man Oh,

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, hey, hey

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day Oh Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man And a roving young fellow I've been I have acres of land I have men at command I have always a shilling to spare Well I

Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah I'm a man of wealth and taste Please allow me to introduce myself I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt

So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight