When I was born, I always knew
I had the winning boy's magic and the mojo hand
I got them lightning veins with electric blood
Barbecue DNA, born to raise hell!
Steamrollin' forward non-stop
I'm driven! I got the pedal to the metal
Who are you to try and stop me?
Now hear me say
I'm going for the gusto
Going for the gusto
Going for the gusto
I'm going for the gusto
Whoa, I'm going for the gusto (Whoa yeah)
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you all!
I’m going for the gusto
The crossroads are where I met the man
The one they call "Satan" and his hellbilly band
He said "Johnny Rustle, where'd you learn to play that slide?"
I said, "Bitch, my name is Johnson, and I'm taking what's mine!"
Like a stick of dyna ready to explode!
I'm burning! And I got nothin' to lose
Who the fuck are you to deny me?!
I'm here to stay
I'm going for the gusto
Electrify!
Go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go, go, go, go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go Johnny go
Go, go, go, go
Driven, burning, living to win
I am the ruler of my destiny
Let it be known
I'm going for the gusto
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