[Verso]
Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar
Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
One and one is two hitching two, to make it four
Johnny, get your guitar, let's go, go, go, oh baby
Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
He starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn't let him stop
Girls so shook up, seeing him shaking on the show
Everybody starts to holler go, go, go, oh baby
Duckwalking on his knees, pecking like a hen
Looking like a locomotive, here he comes again
Meow said the kitty, puppy bow, wow, wow
Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don't stop now, oh baby
Backed up by a jazz band, laying on the wood
Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode
Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen
Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby
Papa said to Mama, this I never understood
How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good
Use to sound goofy but I guess it's all right
Papa's taking Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby
