All American Boy Lyrics by Marty Wilde

(Bill Parsons and Orville Lunsfor)

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