I was just about ten, I remember when
I heard about the guitar slinger
He's a rock in my mind, got a gleam in his eye
Black magic and everything

Well, he's slick with a pick, he knows every trick
I'd play like him if I could
Some call him Berry, but on the contrary
I always call him Johnny B. Goode

Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can boogie woogie like there's really nothing to it
Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can rock and roll, he can show you how to do it

Now mom and dad be cool, I've got to stay home from school
I can't miss a Bandstand minute
They got a dance contest, I don't care who's best
I don't wonder which one will win it

All I want to see on my TV
Is the rocker with the guitar play
He's got a gig I can dig, so roll over Ludwig
He's gonna steal the show today

And he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can boogie woogie like there's really nothing to it
Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can rock and roll, he can show you how to do it

I got it all in my head, I remember he said
You'll be the leader of a big ole band
If you're rockin' don't quit it, if it's slow don't omit it
I'll see you in the Promised Land

Watch him play, watch him sing, he's the six-string king
I listen to him every day
He's the grand old man of rock and roll
He taught 'em all how to play

Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can boogie woogie like there's really nothing to it
Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can rock and roll, he can show you how to do it

He's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can boogie woogie like there's really nothing to it
Now he's the Sheik of Chicago, the Saint of St. Louis
He can rock and roll, he can show you how to do it