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