Gather round cats
and I'll tell you a story
'Bout how to become
an all American boy
Buy you a guitar
and put it in tune
And you'll be a rockin'
and a rollin' soon
Showin' off
hittin' hot licks
and all that jazz
Ah I bought me
a guitar a year ago
I learned how to play
in a day or so
All around town
it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out
like Johnny B Goode
Hittin' them hot licks
yeah number one
Well I practiced 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
Bid farewell
to my poor ol' pa
Split for Memphis
where they say y'all
Them swingin' cats
are havin' a ball
Sessions hot licks
yeah they dig me
I was rockin' and a boppin'
and I was gettin' the breaks
The girls all said
that I have what it takes
When up stepped a man
with big cigar
He said come here cat
I'm gonna make you a star
I'll put you on bandstand
buy you a Cadillac
sign here kid
Well I signed my name
and became a star
After havin' a ball
with my guitar
Drivin' a big long Cadillac
and fightin' the girls
off of my back
They just kept a comin'
a screamin'
yeah they liked it
I picked my guitar
with a great big grin
And the money just
kept on pourin' in
Then one day
my Uncle Sam he said
Here I am
Uncle Sam
needs you boy
I'm a gonna
cut your hair off
Yeah take this rifle kid
give me that guitar yeah