All American Boy

All American Boy - The Hit Crew

Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story

About how to become an All American Boy

Buy you a guitar and put it in tune

You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon

Impressin' the girls

Pickin' hot licks and all that jazz

I-I bought me a guitar a year ago

Learned how to play in a day or so

And all around town it was well understood

That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B Goode

Hot licks showin' off ah number one

Well I'd practice all day and up into the night

My papa's hair was turnin' white

'Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll

He said "You can stay boy but that's gotta go "

He's a square he just didn't dig me at all

So I took my guitar picks and all

And bid farewell to my poor ole pa

And I split for Memphis where they say all

Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball

Sessions hot licks and all they dig me

I was rockin' and boppin'

And I was gettin' the breaks

The girls all said that I had what it takes

When up stepped a man with a big cigar

He said "come here cat

I'm gonnna make you a star "

"I'll put you on Bandstand

Buy ya a Cadillac sign here kid "

I signed my name and became a star

Havin' a ball with my guitar

Driving a big long Cadillac

And fightin' the girls off my back

They just kept a'comin' screamin'

Yeah they like it

So I'd pick my guitar with a great big grin

And the money just kept on pourin' in

But then one day my Uncle Sam

He said "Here I am"

"Uncle Sam needs you boy

I'm-a gonna cut your hair

Ah Take this rifle kid

Gimme that guitar" yeah