Down goes the sun, sittin', dickin' 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