Deep down Lorenianna close to New Orcleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a tall glade-tree made of elder wood,
Where lived a leafy elf named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play Bloodbowl like a demon from hell.

[and the crowd chanted]
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

He use to run with the ball, defend and attack
He'd hide behind a treeman before landing a whack.
Oh, the dwarves tried to catch him every time they played,
Skaven tried to kill him for the scores he made.
The crowd in the stands, they would chant all day
Oh yeah that little woodelf boy could play.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him someday you will be a dream,
And you will be the leader of a Bloodbowl team.
Many 'B' fans coming from miles around
To see you play like magic; win the Fummbl crown
Maybe someday your name in the Hall off Fame
Saying Johnny B. Goode won every game.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode