Johnny B. Goode (& Closing)

She drew out all her money at the Southern Trust
And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus
Leavin' Louisiana for the Golden West
A-down came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B. Goode
Was goin' to make some motion pictures out in Hollywood

Bye-bye (Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Look at 'em, look at 'em (Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Look at 'em, sing (Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Sing, children (Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Oh yeah (Goodbye Johnny B. Goode)
Oh yeah

He carried [his] guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin' by, they would stop and say
"Oh my, but that little country boy could play"

Whoa, go
(Go Johnny go, go)
(Go Johnny go, go)
(Go Johnny go, go)
(Go Johnny go, go)
(Johnny B. Goode)

Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry, big hand for Chuck Berry

Chuck Berry, Mr. Chuck Berry please
Mr. Chuck Berry

Listen, please, please, he's overrun fifteen minutes
Okay
(More, more, more, more...)

Look, there's about two thousand people outside waiting for another concert
I'm sure lots more of you are gonna come back in to see the Pink Floyd
We don't get a Pink Floyd concert if we don't clear the place, it's as simple as that
This is a management

Hold it kids, shh
Hold it
Listen, if you'd be quiet for thirty seconds, we'll tell you what's happened
Thirty seconds, that's all I ask
Listen, thirty seconds is all I ask, and we'll explain it all

(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck, we want Chuck)
(We want Chuck...)