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' Maybelline! 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!