Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode 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

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

Show me that you walk with me Show me that you love me Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over me I realize as I lay down to sleep, we haven't spoke in weeks So many things that I'd like to know... Come have a talk with me I need a sign,

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

Oh. All I could do, all I could do was cry. All I could do was cry. I was losing the man that I loved, I heard church bells ringing, I heard a choir singing. I saw my love walk down the aisle. On her finger, he placed a ring, oh, oh. I saw them holding

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

(Poo poo poo-poo-poo-poo-poo) (Poo poo poo-poo poo poo poo) I'm just a desperate man I'm a desperate man I said hey, what can I say? Oh hey, I said hey I've seen the Joshua Tree Got down on my knees Threw the Virgin Mother a prayer

Often, often, girl I do this often Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman My, oh my, what a girl And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby, show me your world Oh baby, oh man You're making my crazy, really driving me mad That's all right with me, it's really no fuss As long

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep