Deep down in Arkansas
close to the Ozarks,
way back up in the burbs
among the trailer parks,
there stand a ham shack
using sideband mode,
where lives a young country boy
named Johnny No Code,
he never ever learned
to copy code so well,
but he could play his microphone
just like a-ringing a bell.

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
aah Johnny No Code!

He used to carry his H.T.
on a shoulder strap,
Now with no-code license
He don't give a crap.
Oh sitting and a-workin
on DXCC,
Thankful for the wisdom
of the FCC.
Generals tuning by
used to stop and say:
my oh my,
I really wish that code would stay.

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Aah Johnny No Code!

Well his mama told him:
someday you will be a ham.
And you will be the user
of the H.F. band.
Many people listening
from miles around,
to hear you key your mic up
when the sun goes down.
Maybe some day
you will be an Extra Light,
saying: Johnny
No Code tonight! Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
aah Johnny No Code!