Johnny B. Goode
There in the middle of Baixada
A ghetto in Brazil
Looking from the rooftop
To the sky that opened up
He lived in a shack
That his father gave him
That was the life
Of Johnny B. Goode
What he learned
He learned from life
And he played his guitar
Like no one
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode, tonight
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode
He carried his guitar
Like his own child
He cheered up the crowd
In the sway of the train
Even the train driver
Got involved too
Everyone there knew
That a king was born
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode, tonight
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode
His mother said that he
Has to be
A good man
And play with his friends
In a reggae band
People are coming
From everywhere
To hear him play
Until dawn
And there in the area
The talk was general
That Johnny will shine
Beyond the train track
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Goode, tonight
And it was go, go Johnny
Johnny B. Good
And it was go, Johnny!