The All-American Boy

[Verse 1]
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 a rockin' and a rollin' soon

[Chorus]
Impressin' the girls, hittin' hot licks, and all that jazz

[Verse 2]
I bought me a guitar a year ago
Learned how to play it in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knocking 'em out like Johnny B. Goode

[Chorus]
Hot licks, showing off, ah, number one

[Verse 3]
Well I practiced all day and up into the night
My papa's hair was a turnin' white
'Cause he didn't like rock and roll
He said, "You can stay boy, but that's gotta go"

[Chorus]
He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all

[Verse 4]
So I took my guitar, picks and all
Bid farewell to my poor old pa
I split for Memphis where they say 'you all'
And them swinging cats are a havin' a ball

[Chorus]
Session, hot lick and all, they dig me

[Verse 5]
I rocking and bopping and getting all 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, kid, I'm gonna make you a star"

[Chorus]
"I'll put you on Bandstand', buy you a Cadillac, sign here, kid"

[Verse 6]
I signed the name and became a star
Having a ball with my guitar
Driving a big, long Cadillac
And fighting the girls off'n my back

[Chorus]
They just keep a comin', screaming, yeah, they love it

[Verse 7]
So I picked my guitar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pouring in
And then one day my Uncle Sam says *knocking* "here I am!"
Uncle Sam needs you, boy, I'm, ah, gonna cut your hair off

[Chorus]
Take this rifle kid, gimme that guitar, yeah