He pleads to his manager There just seems to be no way out Have one last cigarette No time to put it out He's quitting this time for good This is the last gig for johnny b. goode And now the pressure's really on Black limousines close in His hotel suite is really neat But the flight nearly did him in A telegram said break a leg But the doctor says he's broken his head Set up the amps Play it loud So no one can hear the words Good job They wouldn't wanna hang around Set up the ligths But keep em dim So no one will see him in The state that he's in Ladies and gentlemen Will you welcome for the last time A man who if he could help it Would not be here tonight The man who has nothing left to prove Bye bye johnny b. goode