What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet? Is that what's troubling you, Gus, the mere mention of the name Used to be enough to make every bird stop singing What's troubling, Gus, you sound demented Is it because someone talked and she told me He

Na na na na na And love is the name I just wanna be right here So we'll never regret that Life's gonna be what we be So we'll turn the music up tonight Let the beat set you free Give everything you got and Dance all your worries away

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (hey!) The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key

There ain't no brakeman on this train We had our chance, it slipped away Don't call my name Watch what you're doing now Staring down the double line We're flowing off behind I never see your face no more I left you standing on the shore We made mistakes

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

Bartender, he don't mind, he sits 'em up the same I traded my tomorrows to remain in yesterday Whiskey Tears are fallin' here and each one cries here name Therre's things in my life that I've been missin' The touch of a woman, and lovin' after dark Come

Woo, who, who Pleased to meet you But what's puzzling you I'm a man of wealth and taste Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah Tell me baby, what's my name

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

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

Let me show you the way to my Let me show you the way to my Let me help you explain your mind Want to help you explain your mind Sweet little boy, Johnny Sweet little boy, Roger Hello, my name is Johnny Well 'ello, my name is Johnny I like to explain