All American Boy Songtext
von Marty Wilde

Well gather round cats and I′ll tell you a story of how to become an 'All American′ boy
Get your guitar and put it in tune and you'll be rockin' and rollin′ soon
Makin′ hot lips and showin' off an′ all that jazz

Well, I bought me a guitar about a year ago, heard her playin' there so
All around town it was well understood I was knockin′ on my block, Johnny B. Goode
Makin' hot lips and showin′ off

Well, I practiced all day and into the night my papa's hair was turnin' white
′Cause he didn′t like my rock an' roll, he said, "You can stay, son, but that′s gotta go"
Oh-aw, he's a square, he just didn′t dig me all


Well, I'm rockin′ and rollin' and gettin' the breaks and the girl′s all said I had what it takes
When up steps a man with a big cigar he says, "Come here, kid, I′m gonna make you a star"
Put ya on 'Bandstand′ and buy you a Cadillac
Sign here kid

So I signed my name and became a star
Had a ball with my guitar, drivin' a big long Cadillac an′
Fightin' the girls off my back

Ah, they kept comin′ and screamin', they liked it
Well, I keep my guitar and a great big grin and the money just keeps on pourin' in
And one day my Uncle Sam he says a, "Here I am"

Uncle Sam needs ya boy
I′m, er, gonna cut your L
Take this rock, kid
Gimme that guitar
Yeah