Lyrics:

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.