Il testo della The all american boy

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.