| Down goes the sun, sittin', duckin' on guitar
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| Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
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| One and one is two, hitchin' two to make it four
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| Go and get your guitar, Johnny, go go go, oh baby
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| Johnny plays his guitar at the weekly record hop
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| He start to shakin', turnin', and they wouldn’t let him stop
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| Girls so shook up, see 'em shakin' on the show
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| Everybody starts to holler: Go go go, oh baby
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| Duck walkin' on his knees, peckin' like a hen
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| Lookin' like a locomotive, here he comes again
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| Meow, said the kitty, puppy bow wow wow
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| Go and get your guitar, Johnny, don’t stop now, oh baby
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| Yeah, backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood
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| Mixin' Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B. Goode
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| Sneakin' Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen
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| Now they tell me Stan Kenton’s cuttin' Maybellene, oh baby
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| Papa said to mama: This I’ve never understood
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| How he picks his guitar, make the sound so good
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| He used to sound goofy, but I guess it’s alright
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| Papa’s takin' mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby |