Going for the Gusto! -

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