(One, two - one, two)

Way down in Louisiana, close to New -

(No, I can't - I can't hear you anyway)

(You always turn your volume up 'cause a-)

(Need more volume on the earphones or somethin'?)

(Nah, it's just -, I couldn't hear James) (oh)

(It's like in rehearsal, right?) (Huh?)

(Just like in rehearsal, you know it's -)

(Just like in rehearsal for Vegas)

(Whatever the hell that was)

(Alright, let's try this again)

Way down in Louisiana

(Not hearin' myself now)

(Hearin' yourself? Okay, hold on)

(Turn him up a little bit) (hol', hol')

(Say something, Elvis)

(Okay, but this side's out)

(Are you hearin' yourself, now E?) (Yeah)

(Okay, cool) (wait, let me get my earphones in)

Mmm, how I love Jesus

(Okay)

(You're alright now?) (Yeah)

Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreen

Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell

Go, go

Go, Johnny, go, said go

Johnny B. Goode (oh, yeah)

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

(No)

('Ts weird, innit? Those headphones? Phew)