Go, Go, Go

Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar

Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star

One and one is two HITCHIN' 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, seein' him shakin' on the show

Everybody starts to holler go, go, go, oh baby

Duckwalkin' on his knees, peckin' like a hen

Lookin' 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, layin' 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

Used to sound goofy, but I guess it's alright

Papa's takin' Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby