Go Mark van Low - based on "Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry

Go Mark van Low

In Paranoia City far from Amsterdam
grew up that country boy and when he got a man
All the stiffs told him „get a serious job!“
But all he became was a real, real slob
He never ever learned toil and moil so well
But he could play the guitar
just like-a-ringing a bell

Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Marky go, go!
Go, go - Go Mark van Low

He had to carry his guitar in a garbage bag
to the war cemetery near the railroad track
All the dead bodies came out of their grave
movin' to the Rock’n’Roll that Marky made
All the rackabones dancin' on the graves would say
"Oh my how that little country boy could play"

Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Marky go, go!
Go, go - Go Mark van Low

Mr. Dickinson told him „you will be a man
and you will be the leader of a big ol' band
A million people comin' from miles around
to hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe one day your name will be in lights
saying 'Mark van Low Tonight'"

Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Mark van Low!
Go, go Marky go, go!
Go, go - Go Mark van Low