Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar
Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
One and one is two hitchin' two, to make it four
Johnny get your guitar, let's go, go, go
Baby

Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
He starts starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn't let him stop
Girls so shook up, seein him shakin on the show
Everybody starts to holler go, go, go
Oh baby

Duckwalkin 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 pick your guitar, Johnny don't stop now
Oh baby

Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,
Mixin' Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode.
Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,
Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline
Oh baby

Papa said to Mama, this I never understood,
How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good.
Use to sound goofy, but I guess it's allright
Papa's takin' Mama to the gig tomorrow night
Oh baby
