The Amazing Story Of Johnny Montana

This is the story of Johnny Montana
Was born in the hills of Utah, maybe in Louisiana
But nobody doubts that his life
Was something real, oh, no, no
His legend's still alive and it will never die
Cuz' Johnny was the best songwriter of all time
Hey Johnny, who were you?
Is it all hearsay?
Is it really all true?

Pretty girls were always in his car
With a bunch of bourbon bottles and his old red guitar
He played every night and spent all day on the road
(Driving so fast)
Some people say he was tall and blond
But others describe him with black hair and short
Hey Johnny, how were you?
Is it all hearsay?
Is it really all true?

Well, anyway he's the best to me
Although I have never seen or heard him
I can see him with his cocky smile
(Under the lights of the stage)
Oh Johnny, how I wish I could've been there!

Hey Johnny, how did you do it?
How can you be so famous if you never had a hit?
I don't know the mystery behind you
But every night I hear your voice from the stars
Hey Johnny, how did you do it?
How can you be so famous if you never had a hit?
I don't know the mystery behind you
But every night I hear your voice from the stars

Bye, bye, Johnny, my dear friend
I don't give a shit what people think of your success
I'll keep singing for you every night
And you'll hear me from the stars...
And you'll hear me from the stars...
And you...