The All American Boy Songtext
von Bill Parsons

Gather ′round, cats, and I'll tell you a story
About how to become an All American Boy
Buy you a gittar 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 gittar 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 gittar, 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's a 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 gittar
Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin′ the girls off ma back
They just kept a'comin′, screamin', yeah-they like it

So I′d pick my gittar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin' in
But then one day my Uncle Sam
He said (sound of 3 footsteps) "Here I am"
"Uncle Sam needs you, boy
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
ah-Take this rifle, kid
Gimme that gittar" yeah.