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he pleads to his manager |
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there just seems to be no way out |
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have one last cigarette |
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no time to put it out |
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he's quitting this time for good |
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this is the last gig for johnny b. goode |
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and now the pressure's really on |
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black limousines close in |
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his hotel suite is really neat |
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but the flight nearly did him in |
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a telegram said break a leg |
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but the doctor says he's broken his head |
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set up the amps |
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play it loud |
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so no one can hear the words |
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good job |
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they wouldn't wanna hang around |
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set up the lights |
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but keep em dim |
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so no one will see him in |
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the state that he's in |
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ladies and gentlemen |
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will you welcome for the last time |
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a man who if he could help it |
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would not be here tonight |
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the man who has nothing left to prove |
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bye bye johnny b. goode |
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the agent's looking restless |
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he says this house is awful bad |
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he said we should have booked the audience |
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rather than booked the band |
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he's quitting this time for good |
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because they won't turn up for johnny b. goode |
