(Leo Sayer/Frank Farrell)
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He pleads to his manager
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There 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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And the doctor say's "He's broken his head"
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So set up the amps
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And play it loud
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So no one will hear the words
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A 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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For the last time will you welcome
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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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A man who has nothing
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Nothing left to prove
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Bye 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 tour for good
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'Cos they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode
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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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Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode
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Bye, Bye Johnny
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Bye, Bye Johnny B.Goode
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Bye, Bye, Johnny B. Goode
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Bye, Bye Johnny
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Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode
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Bye, Bye Johnny
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Bye, Bye Johnny B. Goode
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The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode
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| Leo Sayer |
